Sunday, April 29, 2007

Pretty in Pink or Duckie gone mad?

*Snorts*

Manwhore.

We got married last night, you were late of course, and I pondered what I was doing.

It felt sorta like Christmas full of unwanted attention.

I shruged it off though and put my head on your sholder and told myself it'd be okay.

Weird huh?

Friday, April 27, 2007

The parents let them sholder all the blame

I'm horrible at all I strive for, I don't know how to help you, or how to defend you.

Shut up Virginia and be strong. The easiest way to do that is to not think about it at all.

In class when the teachers call me out becuase I'm done with their work, or when I laugh at an inner thought, and they call me lazy and a procrastenator, it ticks me off.

"Why am I here" I think, why do I put up all your crap? Do they not remember what its like to be 16 and responsible for everything and get no appriation for it at all? Yeah you only gave us a hour of work but what all all the other worth nothing worksheets your 'co-workers' add?

Heres the thing, I might actualy take time to focus my stupid pathetic mind to focus on your stupid patheic homework, and all I get from you is crap about how I"m not trying hard enough.

Four freakin people I knew died and you were yelling becuase I dind't know how to find some math issue.

And you know what, I'm not even going to use them as an excuse. I just wish you'd look around at the crying kids and not pick them out to yell at.

I honestly don't know hwat more I can do to please you people.

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Searching for blood in the salty sea

If I Don't think about anything, its not so hard to go on.

Friday, April 13, 2007

I hope that slab gets an A

It meant a lot to me that you took me seriously and only made one joke about me being too emotional and doing unnecessary hand movements.

In fact, you took it so seriously that I'm a little worried you'll go to that horrible woman yourself .

You'll always have my respect.

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

And I thought we'd grown out of this.

I figured you were skiping until you walked in with 20mins to go telling us how you'd just been in jail for a failure to appear.

The fight was mentioned. I thought that was all worked out. So did you apparently.

They through that eraser and maybe it was just your temper or the stress of all the crap giong on,but oyu went off on that kid like a shaken spray can and I couldn't get you to be quiet.

So much for tha anger thing going away.

Then they called your name and told you it was all amistake, your behavor had been very kind and thus you had a clean slate.

But don't fight again.

Monday, April 09, 2007

And your half way to chachigo before good bye is said

I don't know what to do with you, I hope its just a fling thing you do with everyone else. I thought I liked the sweet comments and pictures but now its creepy.

Into the depths of my backpack go your feelings.

I hate you red days like the blisters from 8th grade basketball tryouts that never healed. You make my toe look larger then it is.
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I'm glad you got the memo.

finaly.

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If my father had played one on one instead of softball I'd be a lean mean awesome machineen. Instead stupid thoughts of modern society fill my head as I eat chocolate covered pretzels.

I'm mad. I don't know why.

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I was hardcore about letting you know I didn't like your words. I knew you were right, but I dindn't want to do the right thing. You don't know what its like and I dind't want to go into grave detail in the chance you actualy did.

Do something stupid for once

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I was selfish about the car. To Both of you. I"m sorry that I"m that petty.....I'm sorry I have to rely on you at all.


I'm sorry I din'dt go to bed an hour ago.

Friday, April 06, 2007

Your too young to be this empty

Does it make me a bad friend to write almost everything you say off as you being overly dramatic and a baby?

There are certain points in which I feel increidlby sorry for you, and for your life, and I wonder how your strong enough to deal with it.

But then there are the times when I know your dramatizing your issues to get my pity or my attention or whatever it is and I just want you to know i"m not impressed.

Because you can't surprise me. Nothing you say is news or interesting. i really want to help you, but I don't think you want it.

Plus, I may have a few tricks up my sleeve.

Thursday, April 05, 2007

When they raise the landing gear will you stay here?

There are so many people we meet in life, and some are only in it for an hour or four 10mins....but how long does it take for someone to have an impact?

sometimes stuff starts happening and we didn't even know it was going on until after the whole ordeal was gone....

On trips I can meet people and talk to them very brefily and wish I was staying longer to know them, or I can wish I was going home sooner to get away...

There are people I"ve met for 10mins that I remember more then people I've lived with for 6 weeks.

There was Mike tonight, who was funny and a dork who talked about school and baseball. I'll never see him again, and its just as well, but will anything he said make a difference in my life later on?

There was Angie, who woke me up at 5 in the morning to take showers *Sepretly* who called her mom in South Africa at 7, so I could talk to her, and who I wanted to kill on so many occasions.

What did I learn from Angie? Or was it Tasnibe who made all the difference?

Its probably a good thing we don't know waht will impact us the most in our lives, then we might go out of our way to avoid them or meet them. Most of us would probably miss them or ignore them all together.....

It makes me sad to leave places. Even if I hated them, becuase as harsh as it seems, its not hard to leave someone youv'e become close to for a short time to go back to your past life. Maybe you'll ponder them, or have a funny antidote, but how do we know when someones made a difference?

I remember pick-pockets and street performers, the life gaurd who yelled at me in a pool, and billboards on the interestate.

I don't know my brothers favorite color, or how many siblings my dad has. I don't remember the names of army heros but I can tell you how white the mans teeth who drove our taxi in New York was.

I can tell you all about the photographer on a whale watch who I wanted so badly to talk to but couldn't think of anthing to say.

I know my next door neighbor has a friend named Ticen, but I don't know his name....

Its weird

Sunday, April 01, 2007

be strong. I know you can be. don't let her stupidness make you do something dumb.