What's been on my mind
I kind of hate My Space. There's a group of people on there who I really don't like reading my stuff. Particularly Prep and Gabby reading. Whatever they say I know will just end up coming back to my parents, which is exactly what I know will happen.
It seriously stunts my writting habits. I can't say nearly anything as freely without worrying about the consequences, which is a horrible way to live, or write.
Am I smart or stupid for lying to girl of when the last time I was with a girl. I really didn't want to tell her earlier that week, it sounded a lot better if I said in February. She made fun of me, and told me that she couldn't believe I had went that long, but I wasn't about to change my words.
I saw a dog die yesterday after giving birth. My maid came up to me when I was playing video games. In Spanish she told me that there was something happening to a dog, somewhere along the line of death. I went upstairs to my parents bedroom to see what was going on. There was the whole family gathered around the rottwieler. It was on the floor, stiff, but no curled up yet. The youngest son, about my age, got a damp clothe and wiped the blood between the legs. The maid had asked if there was anything I could do, if I knew of anyone that could save a dog. I of course couldn't understand her, but there's not much I could've done anyway.
What else do I want to talk about, well there was the last time I took shrooms. That was fun. It was ugly outside, and I had nothing to do. After enjoying the fungus, I sat inside the front of Fernie's Xterra. Everyone was in the back playing Halo on the flip down screen. I however, spent what felt like an eternity staring at my house. This was the only time I've seen something illusions. It was nuts.
My house was breathing. Like it was drawing in deep breaths. I looked to the parallel homes, they were calm. Saddly, like everything in my life, this moment can be related to a videogame. I relate it to finding a saving spot in a game. As I looked closer at the elastic like brick, I could see images moving. Like ameoba, the dark spots on my wall were traveling around, similiar to when you look at fresh cheek cells moving under a microscope. It was great.
I'll write something more when I feel like writting uncensored.
It seriously stunts my writting habits. I can't say nearly anything as freely without worrying about the consequences, which is a horrible way to live, or write.
Am I smart or stupid for lying to girl of when the last time I was with a girl. I really didn't want to tell her earlier that week, it sounded a lot better if I said in February. She made fun of me, and told me that she couldn't believe I had went that long, but I wasn't about to change my words.
I saw a dog die yesterday after giving birth. My maid came up to me when I was playing video games. In Spanish she told me that there was something happening to a dog, somewhere along the line of death. I went upstairs to my parents bedroom to see what was going on. There was the whole family gathered around the rottwieler. It was on the floor, stiff, but no curled up yet. The youngest son, about my age, got a damp clothe and wiped the blood between the legs. The maid had asked if there was anything I could do, if I knew of anyone that could save a dog. I of course couldn't understand her, but there's not much I could've done anyway.
What else do I want to talk about, well there was the last time I took shrooms. That was fun. It was ugly outside, and I had nothing to do. After enjoying the fungus, I sat inside the front of Fernie's Xterra. Everyone was in the back playing Halo on the flip down screen. I however, spent what felt like an eternity staring at my house. This was the only time I've seen something illusions. It was nuts.
My house was breathing. Like it was drawing in deep breaths. I looked to the parallel homes, they were calm. Saddly, like everything in my life, this moment can be related to a videogame. I relate it to finding a saving spot in a game. As I looked closer at the elastic like brick, I could see images moving. Like ameoba, the dark spots on my wall were traveling around, similiar to when you look at fresh cheek cells moving under a microscope. It was great.
I'll write something more when I feel like writting uncensored.