| Saturday, November 21st, 2009 |
| 7:49 pm |
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| Friday, July 3rd, 2009 |
| 10:36 pm |
my new play a full leng th hopefully..based tightly on reality
Be Mine Forever? (Working title) By Aaron Buitron Draft 1 June 8, 2009 Act One Scene One
The curtain rises to reveal a school library; it could be set up any number of ways as long as there is a table dead center and a desk up stage left. At the table we find Jordan Mabry, he is seventeen and for once in his life completely immersed in his work. He sits studying index cards and muttering quietly to himself. Seated at the desk is Layla Stewart. She is also seventeen with a very pretty face; we are unaware of this at the moment because a book hides everything save her eyes. We watch them go about their business for a long while in silence. Slowly we see Layla’s head rises slightly over her book. She peers at Jordan biting her lip. She quickly hides her face again just as Jordan turns. They go on like this for a while until Jordan finally catches her looking, he smiles, as does she.
Jordan. (Quietly) Hi. Layla. (The same volume) Hi. Every light on the stage goes out except two spots for each of the characters. These lights stayed trained on them for an unnaturally long time as they stare at one another. Then the moment passes, the lights come up and they return to their work. Jordan. (Looking at his cards again) Hmm. We hear Layla humming softly some song of new found love. Perhaps “Blueberry Hill” by Fats Domino or The Beatles “I’ve Just Seen a Face” The lights slowly fade to black as we listen to her hum. |
| Monday, June 22nd, 2009 |
| 2:59 pm |
I think i finally understand
Yesterday i sat on youtube watching rugrarts. Today it was nick at nite promos. T his strange comforting feeling overcomes me when i watch these things. It lets me live in a time when things made sense. when everything was easy. i wanna go back there |
| Wednesday, April 29th, 2009 |
| 9:55 am |
wanna add to this baby?
I woke up today against my better judgment and ate a breakfast that belied the meal’s importance. I like pop tarts. The drive to school was uneventful save for the dog that was in fact a deer. The morning classes dragged on in their usual proverbial monotone. And then there she was. |
| Monday, March 23rd, 2009 |
| 4:07 pm |
Oh you're intelligent Here's some money No thanks Take it No Don't you want a bright future? Don't give a damn You should just let me be What is all this teaching me |
| Monday, February 16th, 2009 |
| 10:38 pm |
I'm running out of steam. I hate way my legs jump even after i take a pill for it i hate that i can't cuddle with the girl i love without moving every five minutes. I hate that i miss out on things because there's no ramp. God can't take my talent i just want my body to be a body not a trap |
| Sunday, February 1st, 2009 |
| 9:55 pm |
One for the autobiography..but who would buy it?
It's a random day in a random year. I'm in a doctors office for an x-ray on something, my back maybe. I'm on my crutches standing at the check-in desk. A man walks in with a cane more stable than me but not at the same time. He looks like a man you'd see on his porch in a rocking chair with a shotgun. " IS THIS THE X- RAY ROOM!?" he asks loud enough for my hometown in Texas to hear. I go sit down with Julie and to my slight dismay this man sits directly across from me. He looks me over like everyone did in my first day of public school and says, again loudly. "You're one of Jerry Lewis's boys" Pardon me dipshit? "No that's MD sir." (Fine young man that Aaron Buitron) "What are you in for?" he asks like we're cellmates at Folsom. " CP" i answer wishing it could have been non verbal autistic. " i was in a car accident." Silence help. "My legs are dead" he continues. Damn i may as welll have stubbed my toe. " Ouch" is the reply i choose. " Not really!" Julie concludes may God have mercy on her soul. I don't know why people think i wanna talk about it. I just wanna live my life as if my brain never bled. |
| Tuesday, January 6th, 2009 |
| 11:41 am |
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| Wednesday, December 24th, 2008 |
| 10:22 pm |
Christmas
I remember Christmas Sunshine blue skies Grandpa's Santa hat Aunt Laurie's mashed pototoes that shouldn't exist A new beatles calendar from gradma i didn't really need but cherished Everything i wanted as though i deserved it Years turn around i wasn't ready oh well you gave me other treasures Thank you time but fuck you all at once |
| Tuesday, December 16th, 2008 |
| 9:51 am |
Come to me
I need to be with you i know you don't wanna be with kaitlyn and me..but i really need to see you and be with you..beg your aunt to bring you..even meet me at the door if you're willing..i need to feel you nothing else will matter if i can just feel you again today..i can't wait..please... |
| Friday, December 5th, 2008 |
| 2:11 pm |
Oh great....
So i'm taking the SAT tomorrow for those that don't know and i get extended time( not that i need it). Cool right? No. What that means is if i finish before i'm "supposeed to" on a section i can't keep working for TWO HOURS after.... so without question i'll be there from 8 untill 2 tomorrow. I've never been so angry in all my life. I want Chantilly. |
| Friday, November 21st, 2008 |
| 2:13 pm |
A short story in the afternoom
You've heard all those cliches about falling in love right? Time stops and you know at that moment she's the angel that'll share your name. No. I didn't find that at all. All i saw was a pretty girl walking past me in the hall. Normal like me( What?) and pretty, she stood out above the rest without trying. Or even wanting to by any stretch. "Hi!" she said as though we'd met. I returned the greeting as i would to anyone, but it had a little more in it than usual. A few more of these epically ordinary meetings followed. But then more communication took place, i soon learned her name my soul taking the same cue, then came purposeful meetings, soon we had to be so close when talking that our lips excluded us from the conversation. Love slipped in like a teen past curfew and never left. Now she is my very breath. |
| Monday, November 3rd, 2008 |
| 9:43 am |
a song and a blyrb
Come down from the tree Just open your arms and trust You know in your heart That one of these days you must Come down from the tree Its easy to feel afraid And hard giving up that safe little nest you've made When you have something so warm and familiar to cling to your arms won't let go You close your eyes to the darkness your nose to the bark and hold on Yes i know But down below Is where you must be And what you were meant to do So hold out your hand And listen to someone who Was once in a tree like you Soon you'll have someone so warm and familiar to cling to and love til you die When your heart knows what it needs you must go where it leads Leave the nest Learn to fly And thats why i came down from my tree And all that i held so dear When i found my love The rest of my life was clear Come down from your tree Come down I'm here Yeah third period great, nothing going on so far looked at a piece of my hair a microscope. Hope this day goes down easy. That song is for you love |
| Monday, October 27th, 2008 |
| 1:18 pm |
I'm in the library. I wish you were here. I don't wanna go to college. |
| Wednesday, October 22nd, 2008 |
| 9:41 am |
cryptic
Life is easy i'm dependent Life is wonderful I have you Love is difficult You stay still I am tolerant I'll stand until you move I'm going places Which ones are those? I need a shadow Are you employed? My legs are talking Got a gag doc? My friends are great Where did i put them? Life is a puzzle I'm the piece baby joey drooled on I've got potential That's a big possibillity Goodbye paper I could never right by you anyway |
| Monday, October 20th, 2008 |
| 2:13 pm |
So tell me
What am i doing here now? I'm getting an education based on society's view of what a life is supposed to be. I'm gonna go to college and (if i'm lucky mind you) get a degree and fall into some job lightyears from my dream. There's no room left for dreamers and thinkers like me. The best i can hope for is a decent life with my girl. Is that too much to ask. Because that's all i really want. |
| Thursday, October 16th, 2008 |
| 10:04 am |
missing a paragraph but here..
Of course, my life became a series of therapy sessions and appointments. They aren’t really significant to the point of this writing. What is important is that my diagnosis gave me this drive to make my name familiar to everyone. But how to do this? My grandfather had the answer. It’s evening, in the early 90’s (probably a Friday). I’m sitting on my grandfather’s bed he is next to me harmonica in hand, singing. “Over there, send the word over there and we won’t come back till its over over there.” I love it. The notes, the rhythm, the passion in his voice like its 1943 again. That’s it. I’ll sing and millions of people will come to listen, and grandpa will be there smiling (God I miss him). A few blinks of the eye and I’m 13. I’m in a big room playing an improvisation game. It’s an acting class I’m taking on a whim. The lines are flowing out of me so fast I don’t know what they are. I hear a sound more pleasant than any other I’d heard before. It’s joyous laughter. I’m making people happy and getting immediate confirmation of the fact. Singing was little more than a hobby from that point on. Improv and comedy was my life. The excitement of comedy offsets the daily grind of high school. I am not a genius. My grades have varied greatly depending on the subject. But my work ethic is reasonably strong. Obviously begging and self-endorsements won’t get me into your college. I’ll just ask you to consider helping me make my dream reality, make all those clichés come true. Mom is still the only one cheering; I don’t need a crowd though. Let’s start with a college acceptance and go from there. |
| Friday, October 10th, 2008 |
| 2:09 pm |
friday
So i wrote the first draft of my college essay last night( wanna see it?). It's near perfect, the only complaint i'm getting is the last pragraph. Teacher says its a little sarcastic and too forward. I like it, i'm taking a risk the last sentence is " at least try to remember my name after my application hits the garbage." I hope i don't have to change it too much. I'm applying to trinity university back in san antonio. Truthfully i don't want to go back there at all but i have to accept that the possibility is there. I hope i'm not alone. |
| Wednesday, October 8th, 2008 |
| 2:02 pm |
It's 9th Period
I'm sitting in the libary comtemplating my feelings throughout the day. I've gone from quiet and tired to actually ENJOYING my day. I feel really nostalgic for the friendships i used to have, i miss venting my frustrations and sharing my joys with Steph and Lexis. I have Chantilly now and nothing makes me happier, but i miss having that friend that i could tell things like that ya know? "Chantilly is great and we're gonna do this this and this" but i don't really have that anymore. Speaking of Chantilly, (like you aren't reading this :) ) I can't believe how close to perfect it is. After nearly 7 months we just keep getting stronger, closer everyday it seems. I wish her nerves didn't get in the way, i wish we could be joined at the hip like i know we'd be if the problem went away. But i can wait because its worth it, i know we'll get there as long as we stick together. When a dream comes true there's no reason you should have to wake from it. I guess i'll wrap this up i have 3 minutes left, live well everone i'll be writing in here more from now on. |
| Sunday, July 13th, 2008 |
| 9:04 pm |
Texas family love of my life independence
Almost everyday it seems my mom and dad talk about moving back to texas. I don't wanna go and shouldn't have to go, i wanna be with chantilly..forever i think we've agreed and if i had to leave would she follow me? |
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