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I'm not mad at anybody okies? I'm really not. Hmmmm....I hate summer. I really do. I don't get to see anybody, barely. I mean, it doesn't even make thigns go away. Yes, a bit childish but I don't care. If I'm cmplaining....stop me. My parents have been fighting constantly for the past four or five days and it can get to me some. Ok, I said it. Now off that subject. My friend may spend the night soon, I hope. My friend Cody Kjelvik spent the night because he was gonna come over the next day, Monday, but my parents weren't gonna get him and bring him over. So, he spent the night. We were up until three and we watched White Noise, or part of it. We were wimps and turned it off because he had his eyes closeed, ears covered and so did I. But, we were looking up funny, sweet icons. He sent them to his girlfriend too. But, the next day he was here until about 7:00 PM so he was here for around 24 hours. I was sad but glad to see him go because he was on the computer most of the time and I was like. T.T . This is so fun....yay....But then I talked to peoples for a long time. And today, one of my good friends, no comment, said something that made me really happy. Not gonna say though. Yeah, I was talking to Jasmine on the phone, it was fun. I found a new meaning to the phrase, lol. Little, Olive, Leaves. AKA, lol. I know, isn't it awsome? I found another awsome JtHM picture, it's in my signature and I love it because it is so awsomeful. Little faggers don't take my words of doom...I'm a loser but you know you love me. Yes, I'm a loser and it's fun. ninja . So anyways. I got this thing in the mail today, saying these people were gonna publish a poem of mine....I don't know if I'm happy or not. My mom is all like, wow! I don't want her reading my poems. She doesn't even get them. She doesn't and she is all like, oh, it's really good. I don't care...I don't care if they suck or if they are good. That's not their meaning. I hate it and I don't want her reading any of them, even if they are stupid. They all have a reason to be written, why the freak they were written in the first place. I love red roses. And white roses. And I love rain, outside, on a cold day, when it's foggy, and the rain streams down the glass all around you, and makes everything seem so perfect. It's so...perfect to me. Yes it is, and I look away and think today, another thing that I should say. Raining pouring wishing for it, staggering along a path not lit. I like that rhyme. But yeah. I shall go now, I'm yawning, and now they have to play a sad song damnit this doesn't help. Music affects my mood a lot, how I think, act, relate. Sad song, equals sad Lovin. Oh joy...
Zombie Doll` · Wed Jun 01, 2005 @ 06:40am · 6 Comments |
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