Utter Randomness (And Poetry)
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So, yeah, felt like writing in here, but nothing incredibly significant has really happened today. I am going to an office party at my boyfriend’s work on Saturday. That’s pretty exciting. There’ll be h’our derves and a bar and everything. I’m going to feel so spoiled. I’ve been to very few parties since leaving elementary school, and I’ve never been to a fancy party. This is gonna freaking rock.
Watching the last episode of Beauty And The Geek at the moment. I’m starting to lose all interest in it. I’m not sure I’ll tune in next year. It got too reality-show-y. You know? Cat fights, subterfuge, crap like that. That’s why I liked the show before, there was none of that crap. *shrugs* I might try it next year.
I feel kinda sleepy, but I can’t go to bed until my shows are over (I adore Reaper, which comes on at 9). Eh, I’ll go to sleep later. Going to sleep too early would kill my sleep schedule completely. And I’m really starting to like this whole sleeping-at-night thing, too.
I’m really looking forward to the party. anybody ever been to one before? Cuz I’m not sure just how polite and cultured I need to pretend to be. ^_^ I CAN’T WAIT!!!
And now for something completely different. Poetry!
Calling
Through river,
Through sea
Through ocean,
Come to me
Through rivers of time,
Through seas of space
Through oceans of thought,
Make your way to this place
Hear me through the rivers,
See me through the seas
Know me through the oceans,
As my love flows to thee
Paranoia
Sadistic thoughts
Why do they always
Think me so damn innocent?
Chaotic leanings
The joy in watching
Everything just… explode
Pyromania
Fire’s not a bad thing
Controlled, without fear
Happy, cleansing destruction
It’s the end of the world
As we know it
And we’re all
Fucked up
Visitors
When they lock me in
That’s when they come
The little people
They say they are not magical
I know better, I know they are lying
They’re fairies, mystical pixies
They come and take me on adventures
We travel to far away lands
And have lots of fun times
When I fall, I never get hurt
Because I’m with the little people
We have fun for hours and hours
Then they tell me it’s time to go home
I thank the little people, saying good bye
I look around my padded room
Home sweet home at the insane asylum
I hope the little people come soon