100th entry!woo proof that i really do talk to much
bump bump went the little green frog one day, bump bump went the little green frog, bump bump went the little green frog one day and his eyes went..something else. does anyone remember that song???!!! where's it from? summer camp? there were hand movements too. what was the rest of it? help! Andrew for some reason i think it has something to do with you. did you teach it to me?
how can my phone be roaming in my room??Anyway.i feel useless.i hate feeling useless.everyone else is busy and i'm reading and sitting. i despise not being in shows.i miss it.i can't wait till ragtme. i miss singing and rehearsals every night and ahhh.i think i'm helping out backstage for wizard of oz.that could be cool.i'm feeling good about auditions i know my song & i think i sound pretty good.as long as i don't get scared.the only bad thing about ragtime is no one is doing it with me,but thats just something i'll have to get use to.i haven't done a musical since sweeney and i'm going insane.ahhhh i use to do like 5 shows at once.i miss that.i love always being busy,never having time to eat,just going insane and knowing you're either going to die or kick ass. i can't explain it but i think some people know what i mean.
i miss people.by people i mean everyone pretty much.
i had forgotten how great it feels to write. i'm happy with my story.yay! thanks for making me find an ending bryan.oh and when you finish that brithday cake thing i want a copy. :-D i'm posting my story tell me what you guys think.o and i need a name for it.girl and dog story just won't cut it. :-D
the child walked up to the dog. unafraid of bites or growls, the wind tossing her brown hair. sitting down she stroked it, telling it things it already knew.the dog was lonely and enjoyed this attention but still looked at the child with a face that told her that life was not as good as she thought it was.the girl just smiled,refused to believe and kept talking.a practice that would prove useful to her over and over again in the years to come.she spoke to the dog as if it was a real person.feeling as always that animals were easier to talk to, they place no judgment, never say no, never mock you, they just listen and stare back saying that whatever you do they will love you and sometimes that's all you need. they don't ask you to plan or choose. just be with them.was it any wonder the girl preferred them to her human so called friends? she told the dog her secrets, her discoveries, her fears, her thoughts on life as far as she had lived it.the dog listened. its slow breathing lulling the girl into silence, as that sound always did.the girl placed her head upon the dogs chest, hearing the heartbeat, slow and steady, she drifted away.
years passed, the girl still visited the dog.the subjects of her talks changed.becoming more involved but at the same time more foolish.the girl herself changed,in small ways slowly,the fingers that stroked the dog became manicured and polished, they picked the hairs off her clothes, as her perfume made the dog's nose wrinkle. the dog itself changed little. it slept more, became grayer & tolerated the squirrels. the visits became shorter. no longer were whole afternoons spent together but an hour here or there, now a few minutes after school before the mall, now once a week, every few weeks.now just a wave as she walked by.boys and human friends replaced the dog, she slowly forgot about him. he drifted in to forgotten memory and became something of her childhood. like an outgrown invisible friend.
the girl grew to adulthood, went off to college, married, she wrote the kind of stories she had once told the dog.one day as she was writing;lulled by the warm sunlight,she fell asleep.she dreamed.she dreamed of a little girl and a dog.she saw them running and resting in the shade of a giant tree together.the girl whispered things to the dog telling it all her secrets.
the girls eyes snapped open. memories long dormant came back to her.the dog.her dog.getting up she ran out,her feet remembered better then her brain the way to the old meeting spot.she reached the old tree out of breath.catching it she looked around,and saw nothing.she called.still nothing.feeling foolish for feeling disappointed, she turned to go. as she walked away she heard a low whine.she whirled around and there sitting under the tree was the dog.
how can my phone be roaming in my room??Anyway.i feel useless.i hate feeling useless.everyone else is busy and i'm reading and sitting. i despise not being in shows.i miss it.i can't wait till ragtme. i miss singing and rehearsals every night and ahhh.i think i'm helping out backstage for wizard of oz.that could be cool.i'm feeling good about auditions i know my song & i think i sound pretty good.as long as i don't get scared.the only bad thing about ragtime is no one is doing it with me,but thats just something i'll have to get use to.i haven't done a musical since sweeney and i'm going insane.ahhhh i use to do like 5 shows at once.i miss that.i love always being busy,never having time to eat,just going insane and knowing you're either going to die or kick ass. i can't explain it but i think some people know what i mean.
i miss people.by people i mean everyone pretty much.
i had forgotten how great it feels to write. i'm happy with my story.yay! thanks for making me find an ending bryan.oh and when you finish that brithday cake thing i want a copy. :-D i'm posting my story tell me what you guys think.o and i need a name for it.girl and dog story just won't cut it. :-D
the child walked up to the dog. unafraid of bites or growls, the wind tossing her brown hair. sitting down she stroked it, telling it things it already knew.the dog was lonely and enjoyed this attention but still looked at the child with a face that told her that life was not as good as she thought it was.the girl just smiled,refused to believe and kept talking.a practice that would prove useful to her over and over again in the years to come.she spoke to the dog as if it was a real person.feeling as always that animals were easier to talk to, they place no judgment, never say no, never mock you, they just listen and stare back saying that whatever you do they will love you and sometimes that's all you need. they don't ask you to plan or choose. just be with them.was it any wonder the girl preferred them to her human so called friends? she told the dog her secrets, her discoveries, her fears, her thoughts on life as far as she had lived it.the dog listened. its slow breathing lulling the girl into silence, as that sound always did.the girl placed her head upon the dogs chest, hearing the heartbeat, slow and steady, she drifted away.
years passed, the girl still visited the dog.the subjects of her talks changed.becoming more involved but at the same time more foolish.the girl herself changed,in small ways slowly,the fingers that stroked the dog became manicured and polished, they picked the hairs off her clothes, as her perfume made the dog's nose wrinkle. the dog itself changed little. it slept more, became grayer & tolerated the squirrels. the visits became shorter. no longer were whole afternoons spent together but an hour here or there, now a few minutes after school before the mall, now once a week, every few weeks.now just a wave as she walked by.boys and human friends replaced the dog, she slowly forgot about him. he drifted in to forgotten memory and became something of her childhood. like an outgrown invisible friend.
the girl grew to adulthood, went off to college, married, she wrote the kind of stories she had once told the dog.one day as she was writing;lulled by the warm sunlight,she fell asleep.she dreamed.she dreamed of a little girl and a dog.she saw them running and resting in the shade of a giant tree together.the girl whispered things to the dog telling it all her secrets.
the girls eyes snapped open. memories long dormant came back to her.the dog.her dog.getting up she ran out,her feet remembered better then her brain the way to the old meeting spot.she reached the old tree out of breath.catching it she looked around,and saw nothing.she called.still nothing.feeling foolish for feeling disappointed, she turned to go. as she walked away she heard a low whine.she whirled around and there sitting under the tree was the dog.