Oh come on let's make up a dance.
I CAN'T SLEEP!
my brother banned me from the computer and with the intentions to gain more trust from my mom, i agreed.
ooops. he sleeps.
The Format has a new song up on myspace; "The Compromise" it's catchy.
I've had a cornucopia of events that have taken placed since my last entry.
but to be brief.
My break so far was wonderful.
By far surpasses the rest by miles.
My pooch is cute.
he's a Bandit.
New Years was nice and "chill"
Sparklers are neat.
Resolutions? oh the typical good grades, help out, open myself up to someone new, etc etc.
Not to outstanding this year.
There need not a need to be either.
Currently, i've changed my reading schedule/book from Emily Brontes to Chuck Klosterman's "Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs" and i am enjoying it to it's full extent so far.
This screen is too bright.
On Sunday i spent time with Prita, Frank, Kelly, Brian and Gabe at Mill Ave. It was so lovely. I've missed them so very much.
Our activities included Lunch;Islands, Walking, Browsing, Borders, Dinner;My Big Fat Greek Restaurant, and a movie;The Producers. But most of all, we caught up on everything occurring in our lives and/or current/present/or future events. i loved every second.
I've had two serious discussions with my brother during the past week.
and that's frankly, absolutely wonderful.
It seems as if my closet is my own little escape from the world. I've come to adore it, and rely on it's magic.
He walked in, while i happened to be crying and watched me in my stitch hat. Just sitting and staring at me. I've never been so effected by him.
Then, he asked if i was waiting to go to another place, like Narnia. And i replied, "Why yes, in fact, why yes."
Suddenly, he expressed his thoughts about how he wished he too were off to a land similar to Narnia or just anywhere. Anywhere but here. It was a conversation shadowed by the silence of wordless thoughts. It was good, it was humble, it was reaffirming, it was the hug of my brother at that moment.
My life doesn't depend on boys.
Nor will it.
Many have asked me about love. and where my will or fantasies have gone.
MY WILL?! My will and fantasies have gone no where. They have just been hidden from the public eye. Of course, I dream about that of "Sixteen Candles", "Pretty In Pink", "Clark Gable", and/or any other love movie or sappy song.
but i prefer to not dream all day long.
When it happens, it happens.
and I can wait.
I can't wait for the sequel of "The Pirates Of the Carribean;Dead Man's Chest" to come out.
EEP.
My forehead feels warm and i feel nauseous.
Then again, maybe it's really not warm. I've heard from many reliable sources that you can't feel the temperature of your own skin. Only someone else can.
But how can that be true?
okay.
i'm not making sense.
i'm tired. i'm sick.
pah, i'm pathetic.
See youu.
my brother banned me from the computer and with the intentions to gain more trust from my mom, i agreed.
ooops. he sleeps.
The Format has a new song up on myspace; "The Compromise" it's catchy.
I've had a cornucopia of events that have taken placed since my last entry.
but to be brief.
My break so far was wonderful.
By far surpasses the rest by miles.
My pooch is cute.
he's a Bandit.
New Years was nice and "chill"
Sparklers are neat.
Resolutions? oh the typical good grades, help out, open myself up to someone new, etc etc.
Not to outstanding this year.
There need not a need to be either.
Currently, i've changed my reading schedule/book from Emily Brontes to Chuck Klosterman's "Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs" and i am enjoying it to it's full extent so far.
This screen is too bright.
On Sunday i spent time with Prita, Frank, Kelly, Brian and Gabe at Mill Ave. It was so lovely. I've missed them so very much.
Our activities included Lunch;Islands, Walking, Browsing, Borders, Dinner;My Big Fat Greek Restaurant, and a movie;The Producers. But most of all, we caught up on everything occurring in our lives and/or current/present/or future events. i loved every second.
I've had two serious discussions with my brother during the past week.
and that's frankly, absolutely wonderful.
It seems as if my closet is my own little escape from the world. I've come to adore it, and rely on it's magic.
He walked in, while i happened to be crying and watched me in my stitch hat. Just sitting and staring at me. I've never been so effected by him.
Then, he asked if i was waiting to go to another place, like Narnia. And i replied, "Why yes, in fact, why yes."
Suddenly, he expressed his thoughts about how he wished he too were off to a land similar to Narnia or just anywhere. Anywhere but here. It was a conversation shadowed by the silence of wordless thoughts. It was good, it was humble, it was reaffirming, it was the hug of my brother at that moment.
My life doesn't depend on boys.
Nor will it.
Many have asked me about love. and where my will or fantasies have gone.
MY WILL?! My will and fantasies have gone no where. They have just been hidden from the public eye. Of course, I dream about that of "Sixteen Candles", "Pretty In Pink", "Clark Gable", and/or any other love movie or sappy song.
but i prefer to not dream all day long.
When it happens, it happens.
and I can wait.
I can't wait for the sequel of "The Pirates Of the Carribean;Dead Man's Chest" to come out.
EEP.
My forehead feels warm and i feel nauseous.
Then again, maybe it's really not warm. I've heard from many reliable sources that you can't feel the temperature of your own skin. Only someone else can.
But how can that be true?
okay.
i'm not making sense.
i'm tired. i'm sick.
pah, i'm pathetic.
See youu.