Someone means "yes" when it's been said, not otherwise.
pretty peaceful except when I took a nap and had a bad dream.
I'm always being chased by a killer or zombie or something.
I'm happy with living so I'm glad it was just a dream. I'm almost certain Freud would say I'm pretty messed up. I guess I'm ok with that too.
SO this college thing is starting to get to me and I'm not even there yet. I think it's mainly the money that I'm worried about. Everyone is saying I should be fine with scholarships and stuff. don't you have to be smart for that? I thought so. Maybe I'm just lazy or not trying hard enough. I'm supposed to talk to the choir director of Mars Hill so that he might give me that singing scholarship. I'm afraid to approach him because it might be too late. way to go pussface. learn your lesson yet?
I've also had enough with people trying to plan out my future. I would like to be criminologist,not an entrepreneur alright guys? maybe I'll take a business course or something but leave me be. I'm no cash cow for you either. Blood runs through my veins the same way it runs through yours.
I dreamed of him today though. No, not whom you think. This one is different. Preferable,and nicer and easier to get along with but I've no time for another person who doesn't and won't realize I exist. He's a sweetheart though. hahaha.no, jajaja. or huahuahua, or LAWL. This rain today hasn't washed away anything. ^_^
I've been losing sleep again lately. Hate when that happens. Not enough to be sick but enough to keep me awake and thinking. Sometimes thinking is a bad thing you know?
Whatever, I need some prayer though for real. Would it be too much to ask who ever is reading this for some? well if it is I'm sorry.
so, I'll be ranting, and rambling and...poem-izing on here I guess. I've never really blogged before so I guess if you wanna read, read if you don't then don't. :D
Monday, May 31, 2010
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Jumper
So I don't know about you guys, but it's been the end of the year for a while.
This kid I know has been killing me for ever and I haven't done a damn thing about it.
I don't think I ever will. Maybe if I sing loud enough they'll go away for ever. The point is whenever something that might be good crosses my path it turns out to be bad. I'm done with him though thankfully believe it or not. It took me forever, but it don't hurt so much. So I went to this thing and I saw a dude and said "game time" but someone wouldn't have any of that nonsense. Her beauty won him over in the end. I'm used to it. Sound depressing? Get over it. hahaha.no jajaja. or huahuahua, or LAWL.
So she tried to believe
that he was love, because his blood was on her pretty white shirt
and when he had his way, there she lay thinking "oh God what was done?"
She went to ride horses but all the pretty women took them all and they were all helped on to them by these gallant gentlemen.
None were left but a spunky mule, and this clueless girl.
She fell once but the mule gave her another chance. "looks like it's just me and you love" The mule paid her no attention, and walked them on.
Story of her life.
They call her love.
This kid I know has been killing me for ever and I haven't done a damn thing about it.
I don't think I ever will. Maybe if I sing loud enough they'll go away for ever. The point is whenever something that might be good crosses my path it turns out to be bad. I'm done with him though thankfully believe it or not. It took me forever, but it don't hurt so much. So I went to this thing and I saw a dude and said "game time" but someone wouldn't have any of that nonsense. Her beauty won him over in the end. I'm used to it. Sound depressing? Get over it. hahaha.no jajaja. or huahuahua, or LAWL.
So she tried to believe
that he was love, because his blood was on her pretty white shirt
and when he had his way, there she lay thinking "oh God what was done?"
She went to ride horses but all the pretty women took them all and they were all helped on to them by these gallant gentlemen.
None were left but a spunky mule, and this clueless girl.
She fell once but the mule gave her another chance. "looks like it's just me and you love" The mule paid her no attention, and walked them on.
Story of her life.
They call her love.
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