Air-Tran

My flight is Air-tran, airways i do not exactly like. Its always so muffled and quiet when you first board; it reminds me of packed peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in brown paper bags. (Im weird) Actually, well, whatever. So, I went in and seen a sign I thought it was for Air-tran so i started following it i absendtmindedly continued to follow the signs, thinking the check out counter must be on the other side of the terminal, because that is how it is like at JFK. i trusted the signs, because basically thats all you have to do at airports, so i followed it to escalator and continued to get on a shuttle bus. when i got in i was thinking, air tran shouldnt be in terminal B? Stupid me! i was followingthe signs to air train! and ive been in newark airport plenty of times! im out of it! so, i got seat 10A ( i DO realize talking about my flight is BORING, but who cares?) Well, I was the last to board; they call in order of seat number, but seat 10A was nice and roomy, because it was right behind buisness (first class), and therefore gave the row behind nice leg room. i read my star and cosmopolitan magazines in comfort!
Arriving in Atlanta, i went to Gate D. (not done yet!) I seen it and read it was on route to boston and LA, but thought nothing of it. i had lunch at chilis (fried shrimp and fries, yuck!) then came back to gate when it started boarding. Then, my seat was occupied by a mother and her two toddlers (she had taco bell meat frizzy hair), so we called the flight attendant over. turns out, i was on a plane ready to go to BostoN! What the heck? air tran sucks! So, i had to wait, along with a few other passengers who made the same mistake. geez! anyways, funny story, kind of! oh yeah air tran had its ac turnd on so no longer quiet and muffled.
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Exposed

So, i have been writing every aspect of my life, like the summer i was fourteen, stealing candy, cigarettes, jumping of the bridge to the river, staying out all night taking walks,. i wrote when i was in the army, ft. jackson, ft benning, presidio of monterery, of course my boyfriend at the time found it and read it. its a freaking habit for me do you want me to stop? No!? I dont think so. why do i do it? I dont know why i feel the need to write write write. i must be stupid! not so clever! maybe i just want to be exposed, to feel exposed. who knows???
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Skeleton

As I was laying down, listening to 'Mr. A' and lets call her, i dont know!?! , anyways, i was cradled on the couch, my hand touching my head, and i was envisioning the skeletal layout of me. I was listening to their opinions on art, and at the same time a reverberrance occurred to me. Perhaps I should paint a painting, one of a deformed (to make it more artsy) skeleton. The skull can be somewhat larger than normal.
Another epiphany as i tried to sleep. I was feeling so exposed, so raw; as if someone took a metal comb and started combing off my flesh, my organs, blood until all that was left was, yes, a skeleton.
From this skeleton, new organs start to form; new veins; new blood; new skin..a rebirth; of my physical self. I start thinking of the cellulite now as an absess of negativity i have within my self (apparently i do???) and it is certainly time to start reducing this.
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Life is but a dream...

row row row your boat, life is but a dream!
thats my motto. thats how i feel. my dreams are my reality, and when i awaken; the reality is my dream, and i could do whatever i want, accomplish anything. make myself fly; to a certain degree. i also need to start balancing rationale with this paranoid insanity i am building. I started writing online like this because i thought it was sort of cool. i figured, someone who doesnt know me might stumble across my blogs; then i started detailing every account of my life. my life certainly seemed more exciting after 'Mr, AJ" came into it (!!!) so i started givign people i know my blogspot address, because it made my life more interesting, more exciting. futile. i embellished on every detail i could. of course, as i aforementioned, i have a journal from when i was fourteen in high school, one where i was a senior in high school, one when i was in the army etc. i just never wrote about my limbo stages. sorry! forgive me for writing in detail every little aspect, oops i exposed thoughts i cant help but have. i need to calm down, i need to rebuild mystery. the mystery of who i am; my essence; my many layers i have yet to uncover once the surface gets scratched, combed away by a metal comb.