Sugar, we're going down swinging..+
Sup.
Oh, my little buddies! How have you been?
LIZZ y Bug55 16: Along with changes, comes updates -- Plato.
Ooookaay. Plato (He didn't really say that, did he? No. No he didn't.) speaks the truth.
Lately I have been having the toughest time falling asleep. It happened to me last summer, and I am unsure how I fixed it in order to function on a normal time clock, again.. but it happened. I wish I remembered. It kind of sucks when you fall asleep at 6 in the morning only to ruin your plans for the next day (or that day.. depends on how you look at it, I suppose.) by not waking up when your alarm goes off. It's not like I don't want to go to sleep.. it's not that at all. I just can't seem to stop thinking. And the thing that really makes it worse is the fact that I'm not even thinking about anything.. life changing. I've also been having the most vivid dreams I have ever had in my life. Every night, too. They're so colorful and just feel like they really happened. They aren't weird dreams, either.. like the kind where you are sitting down and suddenly you are in an odd position somewhere else.. you know what I mean?
I'm tired of not being tired.
^^That's pretty clever. Someone should use that in a song or something.
Yeeeeaahh, so. I know that it's your decision to do that crap, and I'm happy that you never do it in front of me.. but I've decided to give up trying to get into your head to make you stop. I'm tired of trying to make you realize what it's doing to our friendship and how I think of you. You told me you were trying, and that you were working to get past it.. and I thought you were actually doing it. But, I don't know. I was wrong. I guess I'm just a worrier. I'm just worried about you.
Children, children. Let me tell you a story:
So, yesterday I was working and it started to rain. On the lifeguard stand there are these green umbrellas that have small holes in them.. almost like the umbrellas are woven... or something. But even so, they are used to block the sun. Yesterday I figured out that they are not used to block rain. So, here I am, sitting on the stand trying to position this stupid umbrella to block the rain from hitting me; it's not even that I don't like rain, it's more of.. I just didn't want to get entirely soaked. I look to my right.. Colin is on the big stand, and he was having the same problem as me with his green-woven-useless umbrella. I look to my left and Lisa has found a nice spot underneath one of the huge umbrellas that actually do what they were made to do. It's not as though I leave the stand because of my fear that some child would drown. So, basically, I get soaked. Once Ben came out to rotate, I walked to my next shift.. but as I was walking this small boy came up to me and said:
>>THIS IS THE WHOLE REASON I WAS TELLING THIS STORY<<
He says:
"Why are the little kids allowed to play in the pool when the clouds are crying?" End.
Don't ask why I had to go through all that detail. I rather like the rain. It felt nice.
Don't hate. Appreciate.
I'm not writing song lyrics in this entry. I'm not sure why. I guess I'm just too lazy to think of lyrics. But that's what summer's all about, isn't it?
Writing a livejournal entry in "rich text" mode is a totally different experience.
Holla back if you agree.
You are not a coldproduct. :*
I guess that's it? I'm sorry. It's not that funny. I try, though.
Adieu.
P.S. That plus in the title was a typo. I like it, though. Gives it some flavor.
P.P.S. Notice the new layout. Eh? Eh?
P.P.P.S. 'Scuse me while I kiss the sky...
Oh, guys. Hair: long with lots of layers, or short... with.. well.. how it is right now?
Oh, my little buddies! How have you been?
LIZZ y Bug55 16: Along with changes, comes updates -- Plato.
Ooookaay. Plato (He didn't really say that, did he? No. No he didn't.) speaks the truth.
Lately I have been having the toughest time falling asleep. It happened to me last summer, and I am unsure how I fixed it in order to function on a normal time clock, again.. but it happened. I wish I remembered. It kind of sucks when you fall asleep at 6 in the morning only to ruin your plans for the next day (or that day.. depends on how you look at it, I suppose.) by not waking up when your alarm goes off. It's not like I don't want to go to sleep.. it's not that at all. I just can't seem to stop thinking. And the thing that really makes it worse is the fact that I'm not even thinking about anything.. life changing. I've also been having the most vivid dreams I have ever had in my life. Every night, too. They're so colorful and just feel like they really happened. They aren't weird dreams, either.. like the kind where you are sitting down and suddenly you are in an odd position somewhere else.. you know what I mean?
I'm tired of not being tired.
^^That's pretty clever. Someone should use that in a song or something.
Yeeeeaahh, so. I know that it's your decision to do that crap, and I'm happy that you never do it in front of me.. but I've decided to give up trying to get into your head to make you stop. I'm tired of trying to make you realize what it's doing to our friendship and how I think of you. You told me you were trying, and that you were working to get past it.. and I thought you were actually doing it. But, I don't know. I was wrong. I guess I'm just a worrier. I'm just worried about you.
Children, children. Let me tell you a story:
So, yesterday I was working and it started to rain. On the lifeguard stand there are these green umbrellas that have small holes in them.. almost like the umbrellas are woven... or something. But even so, they are used to block the sun. Yesterday I figured out that they are not used to block rain. So, here I am, sitting on the stand trying to position this stupid umbrella to block the rain from hitting me; it's not even that I don't like rain, it's more of.. I just didn't want to get entirely soaked. I look to my right.. Colin is on the big stand, and he was having the same problem as me with his green-woven-useless umbrella. I look to my left and Lisa has found a nice spot underneath one of the huge umbrellas that actually do what they were made to do. It's not as though I leave the stand because of my fear that some child would drown. So, basically, I get soaked. Once Ben came out to rotate, I walked to my next shift.. but as I was walking this small boy came up to me and said:
>>THIS IS THE WHOLE REASON I WAS TELLING THIS STORY<<
He says:
"Why are the little kids allowed to play in the pool when the clouds are crying?" End.
Don't ask why I had to go through all that detail. I rather like the rain. It felt nice.
Don't hate. Appreciate.
I'm not writing song lyrics in this entry. I'm not sure why. I guess I'm just too lazy to think of lyrics. But that's what summer's all about, isn't it?
Writing a livejournal entry in "rich text" mode is a totally different experience.
Holla back if you agree.
You are not a coldproduct. :*
I guess that's it? I'm sorry. It's not that funny. I try, though.
Adieu.
P.S. That plus in the title was a typo. I like it, though. Gives it some flavor.
P.P.S. Notice the new layout. Eh? Eh?
P.P.P.S. 'Scuse me while I kiss the sky...
Oh, guys. Hair: long with lots of layers, or short... with.. well.. how it is right now?