this is what it means to say... CITY, STATE. eavesdropping. ep.

this is what it means to say phoenix, arizona:
so i really liked this story, like a lot.
sherman alexie just has this amazing style (and it really comes out through thomas builds-the-fire, who is just All Sorts of Awesome and Things Made of Win) and he's super hilarious and it made me lol. like for serious, guys, i laughed out loud. anyway.
dialogue.
it's super short, clipped, sounds like normal dialogue. (why is not this a way to spell dialog? what if i like the fancy british spelling? also, if this is not the british spelling and i'm just being half-delusional, oops i fail. like a lot.) that's part of the fun in writing stories, trying to come up with life-like conversation (which really isn't that hard) although our speech patterns are actually pretty hard. we speak in short sentences strung together although we don't realize it. though, tbqh, prism kids speak in long-winded sentences because we are tres verbose. anyway.

eavesdropping:
i really can't remember anyone's conversations because they were really boring and mundane, and i just don't do mundane. it's gotta be wild, huge, crazy! that's how i remember it, at least. really. like:
"i didn't know that grapes came in different flavors!"
and yeah. something like that. idk. maybe i'll just make stuff up i definitely remember the mundane. no, seriously, halp what do i dooooo.

ep:
so right now i'm blasting my brains out with just random musical crap and by crap i mean bass-heavy stuff that you'd listen to at mindless dances LIKE HOMECOMING all because of things that went down today. basically to say it wax poetic:
every time i see my laundry, you're there. you're in my head 'cuz that's when you call. folding laundry is always the logically equivalent time to talk to you. it just makes me feel like we're together (which will never ever happen) even though we really shouldn't be and it makes me feel like we're just friends, which would be really nice, quite honestly. i looked up at the moon this evening, and empty october skies make me think of you. it's cold, maybe you'd offer me your jacket and walk with me through a park. maybe we'd talk about everything, or maybe we'd talk about nothing. but we'd be there together. and thinking of december nights just makes me feel so cold. 'cuz we could enjoy a movie. maybe something about sled dogs. warm, and enjoying each other's company with some others. on a black leather couch (because those are coziest) with other things that have connotations of winter. but, really, i know that it's not possible. we haven't even gotten past square one of friendship 101, being honest. because though as hard as i try, i can't really be honest with you. i try really hard, i do.