And then she said...
Wednesday, December 24, 2008 10:51 AM
Hearing it from you?
Doesn't affect me anymore.
Say it all you want.
I just smile and agree.
Because I'm not.
La la la! La la la la la!
Christmas, Christmas, Christmas!
New layout here, I'm deciding whether or not I like it.
(Edit: Changed it back. Sometimes simple is best. :) )
Plans for today:
Making Christmas cards
Waiting for tomorrow
Hopes:
That I can sleep
Inspiration for a blog:
None
I'll just end this one quickly.
I wish that I could've seen my sister for Christmas this year.
I know that I wouldn't be yelled at or called names there.
Heather, I miss you.
P.S.
Did anyone notice the mood of this blog?
___/\____
I made a nice little diagram for you all to enjoy
P.S.S
I feel bad for making it all sad again, so here's something happy!
I want a hippopotamus for Christmas
Only a hippopotamus will do
No crocodiles, no rhinoceroses
I only like hippopotamuses
And hippopotamuses like me too
Mom says the hippo would eat me up, but then
Teacher says a hippo is a vegetarian!
Doesn't affect me anymore.
Say it all you want.
I just smile and agree.
Because I'm not.
La la la! La la la la la!
Christmas, Christmas, Christmas!
New layout here, I'm deciding whether or not I like it.
(Edit: Changed it back. Sometimes simple is best. :) )
Plans for today:
Making Christmas cards
Waiting for tomorrow
Hopes:
That I can sleep
Inspiration for a blog:
None
I'll just end this one quickly.
I wish that I could've seen my sister for Christmas this year.
I know that I wouldn't be yelled at or called names there.
Heather, I miss you.
P.S.
Did anyone notice the mood of this blog?
___/\____
I made a nice little diagram for you all to enjoy
P.S.S
I feel bad for making it all sad again, so here's something happy!
I want a hippopotamus for Christmas
Only a hippopotamus will do
No crocodiles, no rhinoceroses
I only like hippopotamuses
And hippopotamuses like me too
Mom says the hippo would eat me up, but then
Teacher says a hippo is a vegetarian!
Take the white pill, you'll be alright
Tuesday, December 23, 2008 8:17 PM
I don't promise.
Christmas Eve
Countdown:
The time is now 8:20
Anticipation will arrive in approximately
3 hours
40 minutes
29 seconds
Horoscopes are right
Today really was kind of shit.
Should have checked the weather channel again
Today I realized that I made the right choice.
This makes three
Today all three of them crossed the line.
I am not sorry you're sour
I am not sorry for anything I have ever said to you
I am not sorry for saying his name
OVER
&
OVER
[I hope it hurt, because that's what I was aiming for]
I am only sorry that you can't say it to my face
But you know that I am not afraid
You know that:
I am
NOT
like
you
You disgust me
You make me want to vomit
You are not mature
Here's a ton of Panic at the Disco to pimp out this
bland, black, dull, boring, uninteresting page
It reminds me of you.
One last thing:
Stop trying so hard to sound smart
you've never been good at lying.
Merry Christmas
Asshole
^_______^
I love squishing CHERRIES
Yes, it is ridiculous
Monday, December 22, 2008 4:49 PM
Like you said,
Isn't this getting a bit ridiculous?
And then you laughed at me.
You laughed so hard.
You laughed me onto the brim of crying.
You laughed me into the corner.
You laughed.
Then you told me,
I'm sorry.
*click*
*save*
Haven't seen that one before...
*click*
*save*
He looks so cute..!
*click*
*save*
Those lips are gorgeous
the words blushing pilgrims pop into my head.
Not an original thought, but
you can't help what you think.
When I look at him
my heart is filled to the brim with Aww!'s, Eeee!'s, and OH MY GOD!'s.
When we talk?
I feel the weight
The tears start
I do what he tells me
I thank God that he can't see me sobbing
I keep telling myself, there's nothing to cry for.
He's a normal person.
Why are you so sad?
You wouldn't think that someone who makes all my days full of
sunshine
and
sweetness
and
bliss
Could make me so
miserable
A sentence.
"Hey! What's up?"
*45 minutes later*
"Hey." He finally replies.
The end.
Nothing to it, but it hurts.
I know he doesn't mean to.
Why waste your time?
I almost hate him.
I almost hate you.
God.
I am so close to hating you.
But...
I can't.
And the
*click*
*save*
Are those new shoes?
Starts again.
Isn't this getting a bit ridiculous?
And then you laughed at me.
You laughed so hard.
You laughed me onto the brim of crying.
You laughed me into the corner.
You laughed.
Then you told me,
I'm sorry.
*click*
*save*
Haven't seen that one before...
*click*
*save*
He looks so cute..!
*click*
*save*
Those lips are gorgeous
the words blushing pilgrims pop into my head.
Not an original thought, but
you can't help what you think.
When I look at him
my heart is filled to the brim with Aww!'s, Eeee!'s, and OH MY GOD!'s.
When we talk?
I feel the weight
The tears start
I do what he tells me
I thank God that he can't see me sobbing
I keep telling myself, there's nothing to cry for.
He's a normal person.
Why are you so sad?
You wouldn't think that someone who makes all my days full of
sunshine
and
sweetness
and
bliss
Could make me so
miserable
A sentence.
"Hey! What's up?"
*45 minutes later*
"Hey." He finally replies.
The end.
Nothing to it, but it hurts.
I know he doesn't mean to.
Why waste your time?
I almost hate him.
I almost hate you.
God.
I am so close to hating you.
But...
I can't.
And the
*click*
*save*
Are those new shoes?
Starts again.
Car broke down..
Sunday, December 21, 2008 2:03 PM
We crashed it again.
Words of advice: Never read those,
You know that you're obsessed with ______________ when... lists.
New Hampshire laws? Insane and hilarious.
I should probably get around to writing this English essay.
The topic I picked was, "The battle between good and evil portrayed through symbolism in William Golding's Lord of the Flies"
Time spent on it: 3 days
Progress so far: Topic sentence and thesis
Findings: He (We'll call this one cake, because cake is delicious) used to stalk 2/3.
Sudden realizations: I stalk Cake.
And now we go to Joyce with the weather.
Joyce?
Thanks Brenda.
The weather tonight is looking slightly cloudy with a good chance of hail, sleet and lies.
Cherry, better plan for icy words and a long delay.
Back to you Brenda.
Words of advice: Never read those,
You know that you're obsessed with ______________ when... lists.
New Hampshire laws? Insane and hilarious.
I should probably get around to writing this English essay.
The topic I picked was, "The battle between good and evil portrayed through symbolism in William Golding's Lord of the Flies"
Time spent on it: 3 days
Progress so far: Topic sentence and thesis
Findings: He (We'll call this one cake, because cake is delicious) used to stalk 2/3.
Sudden realizations: I stalk Cake.
And now we go to Joyce with the weather.
Joyce?
Thanks Brenda.
The weather tonight is looking slightly cloudy with a good chance of hail, sleet and lies.
Cherry, better plan for icy words and a long delay.
Back to you Brenda.
I'll admit that I was wrong
Saturday, December 20, 2008 10:10 PM
(Today's blog is going to be a little game, all will be truthful, and spoken as if it were a blog, but there will be a secret message.)
(Not hard to figure out, but you win if you can guess the song.)
This morning was spent with the best friend, comparing ourselves to two other best friends.
*cough*
Then we pointed out his (this one isn't part of the game) pee pee.
"_______! Close your legs!"
Most people don't know this, but a majority of my time is spent trying to find out the melody and harmonies to songs from my favorite group.
(As I said before, their name will not be mentioned here, but if you know me, and you've been following my blog, you should've picked somewhere.)
But it sounds as if I was strangling a small, sweet, innocent child.
|:
I think I need to read more, I seem not to know anything.
I'm constantly looking things up, such as,
well...
lets leave that alone.
As the first matter of business this evening, I'll explain to you how exactly his words sound to me.
His, being *COUGHBRYONYCOUGH*
(I apologize for everyone who won't understand. But deal. I don't feel like making a secret blog.)
This isn't the first time I've spoken of this person, if it helps a bit.
They way he said that one sentence, sounded as if it was sung.
But with a little bit more heaven mixed in.
(Best friend: Remember when I pretending to be him in the store? :) Makes me smile still.)
As for other people, he also is quite a character.
(This he belongs to the best friend.)
Oh, and for this year's school show you ask?
No, I will not be trying out.
And by the time it gets here,
I'll probably have died.
And moved your furniture.
My death would cause many strange happenings, most of which would confuse you and your
father's, mother, brother, sister and everyone else.
Have you heard that new CD?
That one. It's awesome, but of course I cannot speak it's name.
Almost all of the songs on it are good, but a some seem to have just a few wrongs in them.
On the off chance you've heard it, then I congratulate you.
If you haven't listened to it, I suggest you get that done.
If you don't then I'm going to be putting it under your pillow.
You'll turn out the light, and there the CD will be.
The power almost went out of here, thought I might have to go and dig up the lantern.
You know, just in case.
Actually, that doesn't make sense. I should've gone to find it before the power went out.
I was planning on doing it later.
To the public who doesn't know: I don't care what your opinions are. You might as well stop telling me, because honestly, I couldn't care less. Also, buy your own damn _____. Oh, wait.
You CAN'T. Sorry.
Guess you lucked out.
Guess you'll have to find some other way of getting one.
To the other public: Don't come crawling back now.
I wish I knew where my home really was.
(Yes, I know that some of these lines were reeeally stretched, but I wanted to do this. XD)
This was posted upon request.
(Not hard to figure out, but you win if you can guess the song.)
This morning was spent with the best friend, comparing ourselves to two other best friends.
*cough*
Then we pointed out his (this one isn't part of the game) pee pee.
"_______! Close your legs!"
Most people don't know this, but a majority of my time is spent trying to find out the melody and harmonies to songs from my favorite group.
(As I said before, their name will not be mentioned here, but if you know me, and you've been following my blog, you should've picked somewhere.)
But it sounds as if I was strangling a small, sweet, innocent child.
|:
I think I need to read more, I seem not to know anything.
I'm constantly looking things up, such as,
well...
lets leave that alone.
As the first matter of business this evening, I'll explain to you how exactly his words sound to me.
His, being *COUGHBRYONYCOUGH*
(I apologize for everyone who won't understand. But deal. I don't feel like making a secret blog.)
This isn't the first time I've spoken of this person, if it helps a bit.
They way he said that one sentence, sounded as if it was sung.
But with a little bit more heaven mixed in.
(Best friend: Remember when I pretending to be him in the store? :) Makes me smile still.)
As for other people, he also is quite a character.
(This he belongs to the best friend.)
Oh, and for this year's school show you ask?
No, I will not be trying out.
And by the time it gets here,
I'll probably have died.
And moved your furniture.
My death would cause many strange happenings, most of which would confuse you and your
father's, mother, brother, sister and everyone else.
Have you heard that new CD?
That one. It's awesome, but of course I cannot speak it's name.
Almost all of the songs on it are good, but a some seem to have just a few wrongs in them.
On the off chance you've heard it, then I congratulate you.
If you haven't listened to it, I suggest you get that done.
If you don't then I'm going to be putting it under your pillow.
You'll turn out the light, and there the CD will be.
The power almost went out of here, thought I might have to go and dig up the lantern.
You know, just in case.
Actually, that doesn't make sense. I should've gone to find it before the power went out.
I was planning on doing it later.
To the public who doesn't know: I don't care what your opinions are. You might as well stop telling me, because honestly, I couldn't care less. Also, buy your own damn _____. Oh, wait.
You CAN'T. Sorry.
Guess you lucked out.
Guess you'll have to find some other way of getting one.
To the other public: Don't come crawling back now.
I wish I knew where my home really was.
(Yes, I know that some of these lines were reeeally stretched, but I wanted to do this. XD)
This was posted upon request.I wouldn't be caught dead hanging around someone like you..
Friday, December 19, 2008 9:09 PM
Today, I can finally type to everyone who reads this (all 5 of you) and say that I am almost completely content with my life as it is.
Of course, there's the little flaws, friends, relationships (I think that counts as friends too) and finding money to buy Christmas gifts.
Hopefully someone (i.e. my mother or father) will take me shopping so I can show my appreciation to my friends *cough*.
(If I had any.) (Just a joke.)
Todays activities include:
Not telling Cherry.
Belting out two songs with your bestfriend.
Chugging Coke Zero.
Sneaking onto the computer late at night.
Oh and just for the record,
"Wouldn't it be perfect if we could turn this thing into a car and ...*screeching sound*..."
No Alex, no you can't have my AUTOGRAPHED GREETING CARD.
*smirk*
Obsession status:
Worse than ever.
Maybe I should just give in and let it consume me, to the point of stalkering.
I'll show up at his door.
She'll ask who I am.
I'll smile at her and answer,
"Hello."
Then the cops will be called.
A police man, who's new to the squad and hasn't had his taste of blood for the day, will shoot me.
My obsession will end.
And the world will be rid of me.
Then again, I like living, and I love loving them.
Of course, there's the little flaws, friends, relationships (I think that counts as friends too) and finding money to buy Christmas gifts.
Hopefully someone (i.e. my mother or father) will take me shopping so I can show my appreciation to my friends *cough*.
(If I had any.) (Just a joke.)
Todays activities include:
Not telling Cherry.
Belting out two songs with your bestfriend.
Chugging Coke Zero.
Sneaking onto the computer late at night.
Oh and just for the record,
"Wouldn't it be perfect if we could turn this thing into a car and ...*screeching sound*..."
No Alex, no you can't have my AUTOGRAPHED GREETING CARD.
*smirk*
Obsession status:
Worse than ever.
Maybe I should just give in and let it consume me, to the point of stalkering.
I'll show up at his door.
She'll ask who I am.
I'll smile at her and answer,
"Hello."
Then the cops will be called.
A police man, who's new to the squad and hasn't had his taste of blood for the day, will shoot me.
My obsession will end.
And the world will be rid of me.
Then again, I like living, and I love loving them.
Apothecaries and timidness
Thursday, December 18, 2008 8:16 PM
I type to you as my stomach wrenches in pain.
Before it's asked, No it is not that time of month.
I feel as if words couldn't describe the immense joy I would be feeling if my stomach didn't hurt quite
so
badly.
*groan*
So I suppose pictures will have to do for tonight.
I'd like to take the time to thank the four men who seem to keep making my day.
As for this little boy, I'd like to thank him for existing.
I love my brother
Even when he's cranky
Before it's asked, No it is not that time of month.
I feel as if words couldn't describe the immense joy I would be feeling if my stomach didn't hurt quite
so
badly.
*groan*
So I suppose pictures will have to do for tonight.
I'd like to take the time to thank the four men who seem to keep making my day.
As for this little boy, I'd like to thank him for existing.I love my brother
Even when he's cranky
Labels: Alex, Brendon Urie, ironman, Jon Walker, lipgloss, Panic at the Disco, Ryan Ross, shit, silver, Spencer Smith, stomach
So sick of your goddamned face!
Wednesday, December 17, 2008 4:13 PM
Things in my line of sight:
Coke Zero
Dead Cellphone
Shit earbuds
and the flash of an IM that I'm hesitant to read.
Expectations:
Going to fail 9th grade math...I'm well on my way.
The worst part?
I'm in 10th.
Uncertainties:
We'll call him Cherry.
Because I hate cherries.
Likes:
Snow (Which I have seen close to none of here in Northern Virginia)
Back to what blogging is supposed to be about.
Today I went to school, met with Cherry...
I just can't seem to bring myself to say it. Things are just so comfortable, but I'm unhappy.
Could it be I'm afraid of things going back to the way they were?
Maybe it's because I was so uncertain with other things (which have, for the most part, gotten resolved today)
I think I should rename this blog something along the lines of: Complain-log.
Because that's all I seem to do.
The only thing keeping me happy is them.
That sounds so creepy.
I think it might be turning into a slight obsession.
When you find yourself crying in the night over people you've never met once in your life, save every penny you ever receive just to buy another one of their shirts and spend your time trying to get yourself just the slightest bit of attention from them, that's the point at which you stop and think, What am I really living for?
I'm not doing it for anyone else,
not even for myself.
I live, breathe, sing, eat and sleep them.
But if you told them my name they'd only say,
Joyce (Insert my last name here)?
No, I don't know her.
Christmas this year:
Unfortunate, but will not be a very pleasant one.
Wishes of seeing my sister again crushed by my parents who cannot even take the time to drive up to New York.
You know, I'd like to see the rest of my family. I'm starting to doubt they even exist anymore (except Heather) honestly.
Eating: Nothing.
Drinking: Coke Zero
Feeling: Sore throat and a strange sort of unhappiness. Almost too hard to describe, I'd just be wasting my time.
Promises:
I'll tell him.
I'll find something more to live for.
The next blog you'll read from me will not be quite so unhappy.
:)
Coke Zero
Dead Cellphone
Shit earbuds
and the flash of an IM that I'm hesitant to read.
Expectations:
Going to fail 9th grade math...I'm well on my way.
The worst part?
I'm in 10th.
Uncertainties:
We'll call him Cherry.
Because I hate cherries.
Likes:
Snow (Which I have seen close to none of here in Northern Virginia)
Back to what blogging is supposed to be about.
Today I went to school, met with Cherry...
I just can't seem to bring myself to say it. Things are just so comfortable, but I'm unhappy.
Could it be I'm afraid of things going back to the way they were?
Maybe it's because I was so uncertain with other things (which have, for the most part, gotten resolved today)
I think I should rename this blog something along the lines of: Complain-log.
Because that's all I seem to do.
The only thing keeping me happy is them.
That sounds so creepy.
I think it might be turning into a slight obsession.
When you find yourself crying in the night over people you've never met once in your life, save every penny you ever receive just to buy another one of their shirts and spend your time trying to get yourself just the slightest bit of attention from them, that's the point at which you stop and think, What am I really living for?
I'm not doing it for anyone else,
not even for myself.
I live, breathe, sing, eat and sleep them.
But if you told them my name they'd only say,
Joyce (Insert my last name here)?
No, I don't know her.
Christmas this year:
Unfortunate, but will not be a very pleasant one.
Wishes of seeing my sister again crushed by my parents who cannot even take the time to drive up to New York.
You know, I'd like to see the rest of my family. I'm starting to doubt they even exist anymore (except Heather) honestly.
Eating: Nothing.
Drinking: Coke Zero
Feeling: Sore throat and a strange sort of unhappiness. Almost too hard to describe, I'd just be wasting my time.
Promises:
I'll tell him.
I'll find something more to live for.
The next blog you'll read from me will not be quite so unhappy.
:)
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