When lables collide!! O.O
Ohhhhh myyyyy goooosssshhhhhnnnessss..... this is... *gets distracted and goes off to a different subject* "..haha, kodak moment!!! this is awesome!" yesss, yew people. kodak moment. whip out your camera's and take a picture befor I CHANGE!!! mwuha. oh... since you people have no clue what in the hell I'm talking about, I'll tell yew... today, I was seen wearing... oh GAAH... it's too painful to say... PREP CLOTHES!!! *Multiple gasp's sound from throughout the room, random hands flying up to hover over gapping mouths* "Ohhh.. say it isn't soooo!" "You've gone off to the DARK SIDE!!!" ... I'm soooo sorry, but fret not, I HAVEN'T!!! *Sighs irritably.* Just because I got tired of the whole punk/goth/whatever the hell I was kinda clothes for a limited period of time, doesn't mean I'm a different person, or that I'm going to turn into a prep... so, like, totally chill!!! ..... ahahah... don't know where that came from... >.<' erm... but... yeah! don't... worry... Oh, and just so some of you know... I might score a job at Aéropostale... ahahaha... *Looks around nervously at the unbelieving faces... as they turn into heated fury!!* ---
umm... anyways, on to better days... and subjects... heh... Well, other than all that stish, I might go to Barnes and Noble tomorrow with a freind/friends to relax and read. Fun fun fun fun fun fun fun fun fun... I know! You may not think it sounds fun, but I do. I love reading. I could read forever... well, not forever. I would have to take long breaks and stuff, and I would have to have TONS of good books... ^.^ Yeah, I know, I'ma nerd. I'm really not though. You just think I am because of what I just wrote. I'm actually a really HOT brunette that is not nerdy at allll... nevvveerrr... well, actually, I'm not exactly a brunette anymore I guess. I'm more of a ravenette... or... something that would go for black hair. O.o Yet, nowadays, it's fading (thank goodness.) and it's looking more natural. My real hair colour is a really really dark brown that could have been mistaken for black, but it had lots of reds and stuff in it, like my hair is starting to look like again. Yay! It was weird cause today my mum and me were walking through the mall, and I've always had a thing for punk looking guys... not like the Good Charolette punk. Like care-free whatever punks. I guess it's the... care-free'ness that I like...? or maybe it's just the fact that some are ... REALLY...really ... hooot.... heh... >.<' I think it's a lil' of both...! Yet, at the same time, some prep guys are hot too... but I don't like all that damn squeeky clean prep'ness. It's really... really... annoying. I don't know why. but, getting back to the point, as we were walking through the mall today, and I was wearing this kakie [however you spell] skirt and a ... polo o.o and as I was walking, out of habit, I check out all the punky guys... and it was reaaally funny, cause when I'd look at them, it was an outsider look... and it was kinda embarassing... I had my normal jewelry on, which is a bit more gothish, like the black jelly-bracelets and the necklace, but still... It wasn't like a pure-outsider look, it was like a look you give someone who's like half-outsider, half-not... like I'm going in undercover into the prep-world, and they know it and are just kinda like "Don't lose yourself in there!" ... you know, I don't think any of that is going to make sense to people... but anyways, it's not like it was a bad thing, it was just kinda a wake-up call to me, and I'm never going prep. Too... not me. My nature is more laid-back and ... I hate make-up. I don't wear it. About the only make-up I'll wear is maybe a bit o' eye shadow, chapstick, black eyeliner every once in a while, and concealer if I need it. That's it. I hate the way it feels. I can't wear mascara, because when I do, my eyelashes touch my freakin' eyebrows. They're already so freakin' long and dark and THICK, it drives me mad, and shit they hurt when they get in my eeeeyyyyeee! I put mascara on for homecoming last year, and it felt like a spider on my eye. Everyone was all like, "Damn, are those your REAL eyelashes?? Crazy..." Yeah... irritating. Stupid mascara. Hmm. I wrote like 3 more poems... no, more like 5 or 6!!! O.O awesomes... I forgot about the other 4. I guess I could put them in here... I'm also in the process of writing another one named "Little Girl". Another venting poem. *Smirks* Anyways... here's one...:
“Risky Love”
by: Jade
What’s love, besides heartbreak and pain?
Who wants to feel it, unless they’re insane?
Why does it happen, when no one’s prepared?
Where does it stop, and how is it bared?
Personally, I prefer to stay alone.
I don’t like feeling like I can’t be strong.
I always feel weak, bruised, and tattered.
I know I’ll get by, but that never matters.
Pain is still pain, and weakness still weakness.
Heartbreak is always such a terrible thing to witness;
but until you’re the one left sobbing and torn,
you never know quite how much they wish to be heart shorn.
After a while, your stomach begins to ache;
your lips feel dry and you start to shake.
Your body is limp, and your eyes out of focus.
You learn to hide behind that salt-water fortress.
Nothing matters, and nobody cares.
You’re sure of it, and you always despair.
You’re never out, and you stay at home.
You hide away, always alone.
You trust no one, no matter the cause.
You see nothing, except all the flaws.
You hear nothing, not even the pleas.
You love no one, because you think they can’t see.
You’ll never know what it is to feel true love.
You’ve shunned it, and you’ve learned to be without someone.
Yet, even though there’s the risk of heartbreak and pain,
love isn’t just worth the risk… it’s worth everything.
okies, well, i better be going now... s'late... java~
<3 Jade