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Rachel and Calypso both serve as opposing love interests to Annabeth that in the end would have not worked out in story because their relationships were both built off of Percy attempting to run away from a fundamental aspect of himself; being a half-blood.

The overarching theme of the original 5 pjo books is Percy coming to accept and ultimately choose this part of himself. In this essay I will-

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17th feb 2024

me when clean fresh washed still wet but not dripping hair

anyways,

the fact that we only have “herculean task” and “sisyphean task” feels so limiting. so here’s a few more tasks for your repertoire

icarian task: when you have a task you know you’re going to fail at anyways, so why not have some fun with it before it all comes crashing down

cassandrean task: when you have to deal with people you KNOW won’t listen to you, despite having accurate information, and having to watch them fumble about when you told them the solution from the start (most often witnessed in customer service)

feel free to chime in i ran out of ideas much faster than i anticipated

an old description writing

23rd jan 2024

but this is from like december i wanna say (13th november to be exact)

There is no wind. the salt is carried up to my nose in thick waves, no wind to blow it away. i slam the car door, old paint and rust crumble into my hand like ironic summer snowflakes. i swipe them away, turning to focus on the sea. the stone ledge burns and its sharp corners scrape my legs. i say nothing.

Almost i lie and say i see france, the shiny, salt coated swimmers paddling thier way across the channel, small sun-scorched children mimic french revolutions with sandcastles and cruel older brothers kick them over, revolution hungry seagulls swoop down chopping the heads off of chips. i remember the winters of gulls nesting far from the beach, where snow meets sand and the winter bite takes my mind away from the nausiatingly still day.

i remember winter, not too long ago, not long to come. violent whiplash between small giggles bubbling up from the beach and silent crunches of snow. grease lined smoke, thick smells and some gauge nostalgia always will break for crisp cold air, smoke rises from your mouth as you speak, i wish i could hear you speak, to ice capped waves, to salty snow, to frozen stone ledges where your clothes stick. you always hated summer and so i will in some Machiavellian remembrance of the person i used to know.

an alarm rings on my phone, the parking meter has run out. cold coins fall into the machine, ill have another hour. maybe ill plunge into the sea, swim as far as i can and stare back at the landscape of families and umbrellas, comedically oversized for the children underneath. an old church next to seemingly more rundown souvenir shops, the car i remember you driving in, the lampposts you tried to climb, the walls you spray painted. maybe ill go over to calais, join a family there with bright bathing suits and picnic baskets i can almost see now. its beautiful, the summer is beautiful.

anyways,

i know this is basically gospel already

but keith with physical touch as a love language. not because he wasnt held as a child or anything but because his mom actually like held him a LOT and now thats just how he recognizes and reciprocates affection

he’s always shoulder to shoulder with someone or has his hand on the back of someone’s neck not in a weird way but in a like. “i am here i am watching your blind spot for you and you will be safe”

with lance especially

always a hand on his lower back or between his shoulderblades where the scars from the rover incident are

tucking a hand in the pocket of lance’s jeans when they’re standing in the kitchen together

holding onto his ankle if his feet are in keiths lap

keith just keiths like that. yk?

ive enjoyed my rotting

3rd jan 2024

last day of holidays, im dreading school but its a cool sunny day with light winter rain like i can see spring on the other side of it, i wish i had longer to rest and love the world

anyways

sometimes i wish i was a musician

2nd jan 2024

i hope you get everything youve ever wanted

i hope every room you walk in feels haunted

by the presence of me

ghost of myself, burning incense, rid yourself of my love

this isnt about anyone im just angsty like that

I refuse to let them think I’m stupid

8 mar 2024

Alex and Adam aren’t allowed to see me failing at chemistry. They can’t see me fail and mess up. I won’t let them think I’m dumb.

Also Adam has started only asking Alex about his answers to see if he’s right so I hate myself even more and really just crave the warm embrace of a grade 9

Anyways,

Ugh… boys.

23 sept 2024

Apparently Louis was a racist in year 7??? I severely doubt he still is because of a mild aggression in year 7, still can never be too safe

Or maybe you can.

Anyways,