http://search.deviantart.com/?q=by:SucroseGirl&section=today deviantART RSS for by:SucroseGirl en-us Copyright 2009, deviantART.com Wed, 09 Dec 2009 20:11:02 PST deviantART.com http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss http://s.deviantart.com/minish/widgets/apple-touch-icon-precomposed.png http://SucroseGirl.deviantart.com/journal/25294986/ http://SucroseGirl.deviantart.com/journal/25294986/ Sat, 13 Jun 2009 17:04:10 PDT I honestly never know what to say.
If I say something bubbly, I feel that it's a lie.
(Although, I'm generally a very happy person.)
If I want to write something... not sad... What would you call it?
Esoteric?
No... that's not quite it.
(Although, esoteric has always sounded like a very lonely word to me.)
I dunno, actuary.
Nevermind, I guess.
Now that I don't write what I feel, and certainly don't voice it.
I guess you'll never know.
Except, maybe...
If you would...
Nah.

Btw, I feel my life soundtrack would be presented as/by/with/about/around/under/inbetween accordions.

]]> ~SucroseGirl http://SucroseGirl.deviantart.com/journal/24472213/ http://SucroseGirl.deviantart.com/journal/24472213/ Mon, 27 Apr 2009 21:49:08 PDT sugar and lime
churning in chyme
hearts beating in time

Snips, snails, puppydog tails
Sugar, spice and everything nice
shoes, cars, and dancing in bars

They grow up so fast. <3

]]> ~SucroseGirl http://SucroseGirl.deviantart.com/journal/22005928/ http://SucroseGirl.deviantart.com/journal/22005928/ Mon, 15 Dec 2008 20:51:49 PST
Instantly, I do a double take.

More than one last smile to an old friend.
' Perhaps I shall exchange a passing nicety? '
And I turn, mouth half poised in-between a smile and a hello.
Only to say,
"oh."

Because in the end, it was just me.
Again.

]]> ~SucroseGirl http://SucroseGirl.deviantart.com/journal/21846431/ http://SucroseGirl.deviantart.com/journal/21846431/ Sat, 06 Dec 2008 11:06:00 PST The journal must've gotten bored with the other journals' gossip.
I wonder how it left...
Do you think one day it just stood up, ripped its cobwebs, and ambled away?
Maybe it took a bus.
Maybe it hijacked the family plane...
(the Cessna or the Airlight... what is it? A feather?)
What do you think it could be doing now?
Making a scrapbook?
Skydiving?
Learning italian?
I wonder if it remembers me...
I certainly don't remember it.
I don't remember much nowadays.
(ima... iMA...Ima... EEEEvAAA)
I don't want to go to the bank.

]]> ~SucroseGirl http://SucroseGirl.deviantart.com/journal/21618382/ http://SucroseGirl.deviantart.com/journal/21618382/ Sat, 22 Nov 2008 17:30:10 PST Frost yourself.

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I want a flying squirell named Riff Raff. He will either be hot pink or lime green depending on his personality.
I also want a falcon. His name will be Benvolio. I plan on doing falconry with him.
I want to lose weight. So, I'm back on my old diet. Old habits are sometimes disquietingly easy to break.

I wish I was eternally eight. Or five. Or six. I'm not quite clear on the exact age. But, I think you get the drift. The other day, I had a brush with childhood again. (Says the girl wearing thigh-high rainbow socks, snuggling a stuffed animal, and wearing a tiny bejewelled tiara.) It happened quite unintentionally.


On the sidewalk connected to the road of being UNfat, I power walked up a very steep hill with a friend. On the way up, I spotted an oak tree oasis in the middle of the brown grass that seems to breed around here. The oak looked so picturesque. Perched solemnly and patiently on the side of the hill with green grass framing it and a nice, flat protrusion of rock just under it's shade. I stopped and rose my finger, pointing at my new goal.
"Jessica," I started stubbornly, "I want to go THERE." With me being the eternally spoiled toddler and she being the eternal nanny, she agreed half-heartedly. Three bruises, two scratched calves, one fire ant hill, and many many deer trails later, we were at the tree. The tree was gorgeous. It reminded me of Tuck Everlasting. The views were breathtaking. There was a panoramic view of the whole self-absorbed cookie cutter life that was chosen for Jessica and myself. As we sat on the rocks, my light heart bobbed on its string in the playful breeze. My skin sang in chorus the praises of thermonuclear radiation. These are the things of dreams. As I sighed happily, Jessica squealed. "ANNIE! GET IT OFF! A BUG! GET IT OFF~!" I rolled my head in her direction and flicked the bug off of her borrowed shoe without a second thought. "Thank you." She composed herself again. "Annie..? Can we go now, please? This is a bit much for me." I just nodded, still in my serene haze.

Later, Jessica and I came upon a park on the way home. Here, I swung until I could giggle impishly at the sun as I invaded it's personal space. The sky was my playground. The wind was my best friend. Gravity was my babysitter. I was ageless. There were no worries in the world. No drug abuse or violence. Nobody was mean or unfair. I had found my utopia for another thirty minutes. Soon, the children's songs subsided along with the breeze. I scraped my feet to and fro against the tattered bark below, trying to stop the insistent tugging of the swing. Every pained squeak of its chain said, "Don't go! Not yet! Not yet! Don't leave me alone! Don't shatter the perfect world!" But everything has an experation date, and every summer must have a fall. I left my perfect world hidden behind the poplars for the next open mind and open heart to discover for themselves.


I suppose that about drained me. I find that I pour much of myself into my writing and I ride through the same emotions that I write about. Although, I feel the emotions tenfold. Perhaps now my short battery life is understandable. Nevertheless, I'll stop rambling now. Good bye.

]]> ~SucroseGirl http://SucroseGirl.deviantart.com/journal/16696950/ http://SucroseGirl.deviantart.com/journal/16696950/ Sat, 02 Feb 2008 20:23:27 PST So, yeah, this is am old survey I stole form one of my friends.

1. Relationship: Imigginary.

2. Your Last Ex: Fedex. D:

3. Power ranger: No thank you, I already have a forest ranger.

4. Food: I wish.

5. Who: Your mom.

6. War: is crunchy, I'd imagine.

7. Cars: Sure lol, I love Disney movies!

8. Gasoline: smells good.

9. Halloween: Used to make me cry and does once again. This is the death of Beauty.

10. Bon Jovi: a singer. Nothing more.

11. Religion: athiest. (pastaferian)

12. MySpace: I have one because someone made it for me.

13. Worst Fear: Partial Darkness.

14. Marriage: Plx.

15. Fashion: I have it, I just don't show it.

16. Brunettes: are so November.

17. Redheads: remind me of Celtic mythology.

18. Work: sucks.

19. Pass the time: I have a tendency to.

20. One night stands: Hello, I stand everyday. xD

21. Cell Phone: I could live without it.

22. the void: Can I avoid it? I guess not.

23. Pixie Stix: I love the blue ones.

24. Vanilla Ice Cream: I prefer sour, fruity things.

25. Porta Potties: an odd invention.

26. Pajamas: I don't wear them.

27. Woods: I hate pine trees.

28. Surfers: My Canadian relatives think that I am one.

29. Pictures: Hate being in them; love taking them.

30. First Love: Elektra complex, wut?

THE LETTER A
are you available?: Not in any sense of the word.
what is your age?: I was born many, many moons ago...
what annoys you?: Repeating myself, mariachi, people who are full of themselves, hmm... many things.

THE LETTER B
do you live in a big house?: Eh, fairly.
when is your birthday?: Today happens to be my Unbirthday. :3

THE LETTER C
what's your favorite candy?: Anything fruity and sour.
who's your crush?: Blue crush.
When was the last time you cried?: Hmm... I can't remember.

THE LETTER D
do you daydream?: Quite often.
do you like dogs?: Not really...
what day of the week is it?: Saturday.

THE LETTER E
how do you like your eggs?: I don't.
have you ever been in the emergency room?: Once, I believe.
what's the easiest thing ever to do?: Synchronize my internal organs.

THE LETTER F
have you ever flown in a plane: Of course.
do you use fly swatters?: Only when neccessary. More often, kitchen towels.
have you ever used a foghorn: Do you mean 'airhorn'?

THE LETTER G
do you chew gum?: Every day.
are you a giver or a taker?: Taker.
do you like gummy candies?: Fux yeah, Seaking.

THE LETTER H
how are you?: Fine. And you?
what color is your hair?: Ivory blonde.

THE LETTER I
what's your favorite ice cream?: Wild n' reckless.
Do you play an instrument?: Yes, the dijeridoo.

THE LETTER J
what's your favorite jelly bean?: the sourz series.
do you wear jewelry?: Yes. Silver rings.

THE LETTER K
who do you want to kill?: No one, I suppose.
do you want kids?: Nope.

THE LETTER L
are you laid back?: Yeah, pretty much. I get pissed off easily, tho.
when was the last time you got laid?: Last time I visited your mom.

THE LETTER M
what's your favorite musical?: Rocky Horror Picture Show or Sweeny Todd (Tim Burton version, duh.)
do you still watch disney movies?: Of course! I love Disney.
do you like mangos?: OMG. They're my favorite! x3

THE LETTER N
do you have a nickname?:Yepperz.
what's your favorite number?: 19
do you prefer night over day?: Night, plx.

THE LETTER O
what's your one wish?: Hmm... I don't really care to tell you. I'm sorry.

THE LETTER P
what's one fear you are most paranoid about?: Getting fat(ter) and being forsaken.
what's a personality trait you look for in people?: honesty and a sense of humor

THE LETTER Q
are you quick to judge people?: Yeah. But I give people chances, tho.

THE LETTER R
do you think you're always right?: No. Not at all.
you watch reality tv?: No. :3
are you one to cry?: You'll never know. xD

THE LETTER S
do you prefer sun or rain?: Fog. I like fog.
do you like snow?: Ew. I hate snow. D:
what's your favorite season?: Fall.

The letter T
what time is it?: 8:15 pm
what time did you wake up?: 9:30
when was the last time you slept in a tent?: In seventh grade.

THE LETTER U
are you wearing underwear?: << >> WUT?

THE LETTER V
what's the worst veggie?: lima beans.
where do you want to go... ]]> ~SucroseGirl