Boredom Prevails Above All
Yes, I am indeed bored. I'm about to go check out i-am-bored.com and quizilla.com for some late night of early morning fun.
It's been awhile since I have wrote anything. That is my biggest problem with keeping a journal - I am never consistant. I look back at my past journals and the time lapses between entries are just hilarious. One entry written in Jan of 2002, the next in March of 2004. Needless to say, I SUCK at journaling.
For a person to have so much random crap in their head, why is it that I can think of nothing to write about? Maybe it's because I know all of my friends will read my entry and judge me.
:glares at friends for judging all that is the Kelly:
As if you all are not just as freaky as I am. Well, maybe you are not. I mean really, if you people knew some of the crap that runs through my mind, you would refuse to speak to me. I mean it. You'd just be like "That Kelly is one twisted little heifer."
Sigh
Don't know what to do...so tired and yet so bored. What to do, what to do, what to do. Oh, I know. I'll share one of my favorite poems with you people. If you don't like the poem, then you can just make seven WAY up yours. It's called "If you but knew" and the author is "Unknown". OoOoOoh....
If you but knew
How all of my days seemed filled with dreams of you,
How sometimes in the silent night
Your eyes thrill through me with their tender light,
How oft I hear your voice when others speak,
How you 'mid other forms I seek-
Oh, love more real than though such dreams were true
If you but knew.
Could you but guess
How you alone make all my happiness,
How I am more than willing for your sake
To stand alone, give all and nothing take,
Nor chafe to think you bound while I am free,
Quite free, till death, to love you silently,
Could you but guess.
Could you but learn
How when you doubt my truth I sadly yearn
To tell you all, to stand for one brief space
Unfettered, soul to soul, as face to face,
To crown you king, my king, till life shall end,
My lover and likewise my truest friend,
Would you love me, dearest, as fondly in return,
Could you but learn?
Sigh...so beautiful. I love that poem. Always leaves me feeling a bit depressed, but a good, happy, satisfying kinda depressed. I suppose it leaves me with a sense of catharsis...oh shit! I have to do an english essay, don't I?! NOOOO! Talk to you people some other time, preferably a time when I didn't have mystery hw due...GRRR.
Damn Hayden!
It's been awhile since I have wrote anything. That is my biggest problem with keeping a journal - I am never consistant. I look back at my past journals and the time lapses between entries are just hilarious. One entry written in Jan of 2002, the next in March of 2004. Needless to say, I SUCK at journaling.
For a person to have so much random crap in their head, why is it that I can think of nothing to write about? Maybe it's because I know all of my friends will read my entry and judge me.
:glares at friends for judging all that is the Kelly:
As if you all are not just as freaky as I am. Well, maybe you are not. I mean really, if you people knew some of the crap that runs through my mind, you would refuse to speak to me. I mean it. You'd just be like "That Kelly is one twisted little heifer."
Sigh
Don't know what to do...so tired and yet so bored. What to do, what to do, what to do. Oh, I know. I'll share one of my favorite poems with you people. If you don't like the poem, then you can just make seven WAY up yours. It's called "If you but knew" and the author is "Unknown". OoOoOoh....
If you but knew
How all of my days seemed filled with dreams of you,
How sometimes in the silent night
Your eyes thrill through me with their tender light,
How oft I hear your voice when others speak,
How you 'mid other forms I seek-
Oh, love more real than though such dreams were true
If you but knew.
Could you but guess
How you alone make all my happiness,
How I am more than willing for your sake
To stand alone, give all and nothing take,
Nor chafe to think you bound while I am free,
Quite free, till death, to love you silently,
Could you but guess.
Could you but learn
How when you doubt my truth I sadly yearn
To tell you all, to stand for one brief space
Unfettered, soul to soul, as face to face,
To crown you king, my king, till life shall end,
My lover and likewise my truest friend,
Would you love me, dearest, as fondly in return,
Could you but learn?
Sigh...so beautiful. I love that poem. Always leaves me feeling a bit depressed, but a good, happy, satisfying kinda depressed. I suppose it leaves me with a sense of catharsis...oh shit! I have to do an english essay, don't I?! NOOOO! Talk to you people some other time, preferably a time when I didn't have mystery hw due...GRRR.
Damn Hayden!