Today was good.
Why hello everyone, I have had a very good day today, except with Sam and being a big but. Being nice here and not calling anyone bad names. Well lets recap; woke up around my usual school time- 6:20ish -went to school, talked to Weber about nothing special, simple conversation, William scared me again at recess, WITH the help from Curren, the evil child, in PE, did the long jump, 8 feet 5 inches for mine I think. That's good but not good, I suck at that stuff. Bus.. home.. BIG STORM. No, wasn't THAT big, like a small loud storm, if that makes any sense at all. I think I'll start another story if I can think of one, if I can't you won't see one at the bottom, so yeah.
A new story:
Once upon a time there was a girl. She was very isolated from the rest of the world and didn't care what people thought about her. She loved to paint. When she painted, her pictures slowly but surely came to life. Each with its own personality. It seems that when you look at the picture you were being sucked into its own mini life full of colors that blended perfectly together. Especially one, a simple, delicate picture. This picture had one theme, one you understood without asking. It was of the sunset. With its many shades of color it look as if you were seeing the real thing right in-front of your face. But then out of blue, it seems as if it is raining. The rain doesn't seem to symbolize the rain, but the problems you are faced with throughout life. And when you look at it again, you realize, even in such a beautiful thing as the sunset on a clear night, rain clouds can ruin the whole thing but in the end, you have a rainbow and you see the sky again. So, in the end, everything seems to work out, and the rain has to stop sooner or later.
A new story:
Once upon a time there was a girl. She was very isolated from the rest of the world and didn't care what people thought about her. She loved to paint. When she painted, her pictures slowly but surely came to life. Each with its own personality. It seems that when you look at the picture you were being sucked into its own mini life full of colors that blended perfectly together. Especially one, a simple, delicate picture. This picture had one theme, one you understood without asking. It was of the sunset. With its many shades of color it look as if you were seeing the real thing right in-front of your face. But then out of blue, it seems as if it is raining. The rain doesn't seem to symbolize the rain, but the problems you are faced with throughout life. And when you look at it again, you realize, even in such a beautiful thing as the sunset on a clear night, rain clouds can ruin the whole thing but in the end, you have a rainbow and you see the sky again. So, in the end, everything seems to work out, and the rain has to stop sooner or later.