Under the sea...Under the sea...
Ahh...today was bomb diggity. ^^
2nd period I just chilled in the darkroom, because really...what is there for me to do?? You tell me, pal. Anywho. MOVING ON.
3rd...nothin. I did math, talked to P.B. a bit, and I'll be burning her two CDs. Lol....dude. It's like I don't really even look at her as a teacher. And I don't mean that in a negative way. But it's like...when you're talking with her, you don't feel that distinction of you: teacher me: student. I love that feeling! It makes things so much easier, it really does. And I just love her upbeat attitude. Cool beans, man.
4th. Got a note to go to the library. Eventually I went, lol. I read a magazine and then started workin.
Went home, then went to volunteer later.
Duuude....I was tiiiiiired. Ok, so I'm reading to this five year old, and I'm sitting in this big cushy chair with her on my lap. I kept yawning like every 5 seconds. Sometimes they would be one after the other. It was pretty bad. And I think I must have drifted from reading, because all of a sudden my whole body jerked, and I startled myself. I HAD ALMOST FALLEN ASLEEP RIGHT THERE. And I woke myself up. But I think I startled the five year old too, because she turned around to look at me like "what the heck is wrong with you...?". And the sad part was that I was the one reading to her, so I was the only one doing anything active. -_-;;
I watched the Little Mermaid!!! YEA BUDDY. Lol...now that I watch it, it's so funny! Because everything and everyone's tarded, so that just made it funnier. There are some pretty fruity characters in that movie. But I still loved it. Hey, that movie rocked when I was little. Shuddup.
I also scored a basket of crayons. Someone go to the store with me to get coloring books!!!! Seriously. I want some now...
And I got pad thai. So today was pretty sweet.
Wake Me Up When September Ends---Green Day
Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when September ends
Like my father's come to pass
Seven years has gone so fast
Wake me up when September ends
Here comes the rain again
Falling from the stars
Drenched in my pain again
Becoming who we are
As my memory rests
But never forgets what I lost
Wake me up when September ends
Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when September ends
Ring out the bells again
Like we did when spring began
Wake me up when September ends
Here comes the rain again
Falling from the stars
Drenched in my pain again
Becoming who we are
As my memory rests
But never forgets what I lost
Wake me up when September ends
Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when September ends
Like my father's come to pass
Twenty years has gone so fast
Wake me up when September ends
---
Your Passion is Pink
Innocent and naive, you approach sex with a virginal mindset.
You tend to enjoy teasing and flaunting much more than actual sex.
You're a notorious flirt, and you can pick up anyone you desire.
As a result, your reputation is a lot steamier than your real sex life.
What Color Is Your Passion?
---
Charcoal dusted cocoa eyes drink in the life
before me. Parted deepened pink lips settle
oh so calmly, they rest there oh so silently.
Fingers hang upon the rusted metal fence,
separating soul from soul. Cocoa eyes stare
back at me, wide and imploring without speaking.
Angel's silk rests upon his head, skin an off white
tone.
Could I touch him, could I love him, these things I
know to be so true. Would I run, would I go, wherever
the winds will take him. Sad to say I can't. Sad to
say I won't. Sad to say...it is not where my heart
rests.
My spirit speaks, it tells me bluntly. Life is not done
living, it still wishes me to hop the train. I turn to
board, but feel my oversized black jacket jerk backwards.
He holds me tightly, fingers intertwining with the fabric.
Composure begins to slip away, but I do not move toward him.
Tugging gently, I try to release myself from my past. He
holds all the tighter. Squeezing my eyes shut, I use both
hands and rip away from present's older brother.
Tears run down my emo face as I pull myself up the train steps,
hurling my limp body into the steel encasement. Racing to the
window, I press myself against the bulletproof glass. I hear a
sharp tack, and look down. Metal, emerald, gold, diamond. White
gold chain. I look up.
His face. So hurt...
I'm hurting. I look away. And slump to the floor with pangs of
sorrow. Everything is limp. But I still have the energy to cry.
2nd period I just chilled in the darkroom, because really...what is there for me to do?? You tell me, pal. Anywho. MOVING ON.
3rd...nothin. I did math, talked to P.B. a bit, and I'll be burning her two CDs. Lol....dude. It's like I don't really even look at her as a teacher. And I don't mean that in a negative way. But it's like...when you're talking with her, you don't feel that distinction of you: teacher me: student. I love that feeling! It makes things so much easier, it really does. And I just love her upbeat attitude. Cool beans, man.
4th. Got a note to go to the library. Eventually I went, lol. I read a magazine and then started workin.
Went home, then went to volunteer later.
Duuude....I was tiiiiiired. Ok, so I'm reading to this five year old, and I'm sitting in this big cushy chair with her on my lap. I kept yawning like every 5 seconds. Sometimes they would be one after the other. It was pretty bad. And I think I must have drifted from reading, because all of a sudden my whole body jerked, and I startled myself. I HAD ALMOST FALLEN ASLEEP RIGHT THERE. And I woke myself up. But I think I startled the five year old too, because she turned around to look at me like "what the heck is wrong with you...?". And the sad part was that I was the one reading to her, so I was the only one doing anything active. -_-;;
I watched the Little Mermaid!!! YEA BUDDY. Lol...now that I watch it, it's so funny! Because everything and everyone's tarded, so that just made it funnier. There are some pretty fruity characters in that movie. But I still loved it. Hey, that movie rocked when I was little. Shuddup.
I also scored a basket of crayons. Someone go to the store with me to get coloring books!!!! Seriously. I want some now...
And I got pad thai. So today was pretty sweet.
Wake Me Up When September Ends---Green Day
Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when September ends
Like my father's come to pass
Seven years has gone so fast
Wake me up when September ends
Here comes the rain again
Falling from the stars
Drenched in my pain again
Becoming who we are
As my memory rests
But never forgets what I lost
Wake me up when September ends
Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when September ends
Ring out the bells again
Like we did when spring began
Wake me up when September ends
Here comes the rain again
Falling from the stars
Drenched in my pain again
Becoming who we are
As my memory rests
But never forgets what I lost
Wake me up when September ends
Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when September ends
Like my father's come to pass
Twenty years has gone so fast
Wake me up when September ends
---
Your Passion is Pink
Innocent and naive, you approach sex with a virginal mindset.
You tend to enjoy teasing and flaunting much more than actual sex.
You're a notorious flirt, and you can pick up anyone you desire.
As a result, your reputation is a lot steamier than your real sex life.
What Color Is Your Passion?
---
Charcoal dusted cocoa eyes drink in the life
before me. Parted deepened pink lips settle
oh so calmly, they rest there oh so silently.
Fingers hang upon the rusted metal fence,
separating soul from soul. Cocoa eyes stare
back at me, wide and imploring without speaking.
Angel's silk rests upon his head, skin an off white
tone.
Could I touch him, could I love him, these things I
know to be so true. Would I run, would I go, wherever
the winds will take him. Sad to say I can't. Sad to
say I won't. Sad to say...it is not where my heart
rests.
My spirit speaks, it tells me bluntly. Life is not done
living, it still wishes me to hop the train. I turn to
board, but feel my oversized black jacket jerk backwards.
He holds me tightly, fingers intertwining with the fabric.
Composure begins to slip away, but I do not move toward him.
Tugging gently, I try to release myself from my past. He
holds all the tighter. Squeezing my eyes shut, I use both
hands and rip away from present's older brother.
Tears run down my emo face as I pull myself up the train steps,
hurling my limp body into the steel encasement. Racing to the
window, I press myself against the bulletproof glass. I hear a
sharp tack, and look down. Metal, emerald, gold, diamond. White
gold chain. I look up.
His face. So hurt...
I'm hurting. I look away. And slump to the floor with pangs of
sorrow. Everything is limp. But I still have the energy to cry.