See ya then...

People suck. It's like a vortex of soul-eating monsters. I need to get out of here. Things feel so wrong. And aww...I didnt talk to anyone today. It's okay though. I need no one. Honestly. I'm fine. Drama-free, and fine. I have singing tonight though, yay. And of course the basketball game. Which no one knows when it ends. But that's okay. Tonight will be fun. Later.

Forgetting everything between our rise and fall...

Hmm....talked to that kid again. This could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship. But he keeps asking me all these personal questions. Like who I like, if I'm a prude. I'm like....um. And then of course, I stumble through most of the conversation because it's based on something I dont really know much about or how to explain- me. So he probably thinks I'm like, the most uneducated person ever but ah well...he hasnt stopped talking to me yet. Well see how this goes. I'll keep posting.

Don't explain....Cause I know exactly what you're going to say...

BIG WORDS, RECYCLED PHRASES AND THE BITTERSWEET TASTE OF ALL THE WORD IS ON YOUR LIPS.
Kay...sorry about that. Tai. Alright. Im at school. In Social Studies. Feeling kinda downa and potic. GTG. Vrai's sending me a website so I have to check my emails. Ttyl.

Keep my eyes on him? What does that even mean dude?

I'm sick of this shit. Emotional yo-yos are so fucking overrated. Get your act together and pick a side of you you'd like me to see. And not the one you've been showing me lately. This state is not pretty. I never said I was nice.

Only started with a little kiss like this....

Alright well...last play tonight. Which makes me happy and sad. And guess what? You are now reading the blog of the newest social butterfly on the block. There's a kid on my bus that i finally talked to today. And he talked back! We had like...a twenty second conversation but, it was really cool. Cause, in my head i heard me talking to him, and then I just like....did it. Oh and by the way, I never really heard anyone describe a relationship as "nice" before lol. Especially a guy but he was "nice." Lmao....I'm gonna go dance now. Bye bye.

That don't impress me much...

I'll try and keep it brief today. I've been learning a lot lately though. A lot about people and a lot about myself, too. Apparently, things are never really what they seem like and when something feels wrong, it usually is wrong. Now, I am truly speaking from experience here. A lot of things are wrong. And somethings feel wrong right now. My mind is a mess. So, please forgive me. This blog is sort of acting like a cleaning lady right now.I'm just wondering about a lot of things. And you know what else? It's not just about getting through the day anymore. I'm singing like I'm drunk at lunch and I'm dancing in the mall and I'm having a good time. See that? Pretend something long enough and things fall into place I guess. That don't impress me much. So ya think you got the moves but do you got the touch? Whatever.

As I look the other way...

Ugh. Frustrated again.

Did you think I'm a dime a dance, well the dance is through!

Alright. I feel hungover again. But thats okay. And still, I have acheived this state without the use of actual alcohol. Yesterday was fun. (Minus the part where I really was like....wheezing to breathe because I was being carried by my friends just because I'd like to believe life is a musical and i actually CAN burst out in song in the middle of the mall---they did not think so) And hmm....today? I just finished this amazing book and anyone who knows what I'm talking about I'm fully moved up to like....a three because of this book. And then, I put some of my fondest memories in a box and I'm not entirely sure why. It just felt like the true and right thing to do. I don't know why I'm saying all this. Anyway...back to the book. This girl is my hero. She went from being spineless to asserting herself and eventually getting what she wanted. Granted, the odds were in her favor, (in a way), and its a book, shes the heroine shes sposed to get what she worked for. Maybe life can be like books. Only, I'm not sure what I'm trying to assert myself in. Anyway..I have cleaning to do. I actually have like....a cleaning pet-peeve. I need the stairs to be polished. Like...I dont just need them to be clean. I need them to be like. Slippery clean. Which terrifies me. I'm not doing the stairs for awhile...like maybe a month. But i know its gonna annoy the hell outta me whenever I go up or downstairs lol. I gtg. Ttyl.