All The Other Guys...

I might talk and laugh and chill with other guys. Flirt with them, hug them...pretend to have deep meaningful conversations with them. But honestly, you're the only one that's on my mind. The only one I've got my eye on. Promise.

I Should Be Doing Homework.

I don't feel like doing my homework. But I probably should be and I probably will eventually... As of right now, my French presentation still needs memorizing, my Math questions needs to be finished and my Socials argument needs to be...researched and created...also I need to make a birthday card for my buddy. Bleh. I don't want to do it!!!!!!!!!! Oh well. I have to or else I'll be majorly sorry later. *sigh*

:)

I'm so happy right now. I'm just so happy. I'm such a teenage girl with my mood going up and down constantly, and my mind jumping to conclusions all the time...and oh!...I'm just so happy right now. Again, I must say that I'm sorry to those of you that I've been an overly blunt bitch to for no good reason. Thanks for sticking by me. I'm so happy right now.

Pathetic.

I feel pathetic because for some reason I have these things called "feelings".
Sometimes they are a real pain. Like right now.

Free Friday Night.

Well that was a let down. Originally, the plan was for my Vocal Jazz group to sing at this fundraiser my school is holding tonight but on account of a couple schedule dilemmas, we are no longer performing, so that leaves me with a free friday night to do some much neglected homework. An brood about my life. Oh the joys that come with being me. Oh well, life goes on. Tomorrow's Saturday so I hope I'm ready for the weekly heartbreak that goes on in me.

Je Voudrais Pleurer.

I'm tired.
I'm mildly disappointed.
I feel ignored.
I feel annoyed.
I feel unloved.

I am tired.

I want to go to sleep. There are so many things that are going on in my life right now. The Gala on Friday where my Vocal Jazz is performing.. Math test tomorrow.. French presentation... and I am sooo not ahead of the game. Oh well. Whatever. It's only grade 11. Doesn't matter THAT much. I am tired. And as pointed out by many people close to me, I seem to always be tired. I should go to sleep some day rather than using my guy friends as pillows no matter how fun that is. That's all. Just wanted to tell you guys that I'm tired. :P

Fire Flies.

So. Hi there. I am feeling very tired. And also I am feeling very full. Also. I am about to go find my Physics homework and attempt my Math homework. Bye.

Irritations.

There is something wrong with me. It seems as though every little thing is getting to me now. Every. Little. Thing. A small word put out of place, a tiny hint of constructive criticism...Every little thing has gotten me angry and upset. This is stupid. And I feel like I know where it's all coming from. And it seems like a stupid idea, but I feel like this whole thing originates from that one small imperfection in my life. But at the same time, I think that it can be justified that it is that one small imperfection because that one small imperfection means a lot to me. Because if one could spot out that one imperfection and one dissected it and looked into its many facets, one would be able to see that it is a million tiny imperfections. But the one thing that bothers me about the most isn't the fact that it's not happening or whatever...but it's the fact that it's only me. It's only me that's being treated like this, it's only me that's freaking anyone out, it's only me. It's like because of this whole situation, I'm the one that should treated like this because of the things I'm feeling. Which is why I almost wish that I could turn back time and start life all the way from my infancy. It not only bothers me that this happens but it just really hurts. It makes me sad. And if I didn't have anything to distract me from this one thought, I'm pretty sure that I'd be stuck in my room curled up in a little ball making my pillow salty and wet. It's just not normal. It's not the way things usually are. And I don't even understand why this has to even happen. But because of this one tiny imperfection that makes up part of one small imperfection, I am now basically one of the most irritable bitches you'll find. And I'm not using that word to make a statement or whatever but I'm just stating the plain truth right now. So I'm sorry to those of you who are reading this because I'm assuming that you know me and you're probably pretty close to me as well, but I'm saying sorry because I'm an irritable bitch right now. I'm sorry. I'm working on it.

Uncertainty.

Maybe the reason that it scares me so much is because I have so many things about my life that are so incredible and the chance that they might one day disappear is a frightening thought. The future isn't set in stone.

Fears.

The one thing about life that scares me the most is the whole uncertainty of it.

Nancy Le

Awe. He made me one back. :P

Nice
Adorable
Nonsensical
Creative
Yodeling (it was between that and youthful, but how can you say no to yodeling :))

Lovely
Extraordinary
(don't let any of this go to YOUR head)

avril l.

When your gone, the pieces of my heart are missin' you
When you're gone, the face I come to know is missin' too.

Jordan Vlieg

Jokes
Orange-shirted
Radical
Dorky [in the nicest way possible]
Almost Ambidextrous
Nice


Vertical
Learning
Immovable [as in stubborn]
Eager
Gorgeous eyes [please don't let that get to your head]

Buddies.

I'm going to the mall today. With my buddy. Whom I haven't seen. Since my birthday. This shall be indeed interesting. I've been buddies with her since the 6th grade. And since I moved, we kinda lost touch but not really. So this should be quite the experience. And since me and her haven't ever had anything to talk about emotionally and to be serious about because together, we're not really serious people, I'm going to try an experiment today. I am going to talk to her about stuff that's all serious and sad and everything and see how she's progressed... Of course I have no fear that she'll read this post because she doesn't read my blog. Or anyone else's.

My Knack

I seem have lost my knack for writing poetry...or is it that I have lost interest in it? I don't know why but nowadays, I can't just sit down and write something...it just comes and goes...but mainly, lately..it's been going...And when I do happen to write something about someone in a poetic form, I just don't think it's good enough...it comes out all wrong on paper and when read aloud, it sounds like some lovesick teenager's dream on paper. Which I guess that's was it is. In which case, I guess I don't really like it. Perhaps I'm looking at this the wrong way...Perhaps I need a brighter outlook on things. Whatever the case, it seems as though my knack has gone into hiding.

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