the fat is slowly creeping up on me...
Getting ready for the Guster concert by playing that oh so fabulous musics in my ears.
So today I ate a lot of food and that was bad. I realized how much weight I lost over the summer and I was proud of myself, but I think I'm gaining it back. We will exercise again, even if it's not running. And we will stop eating mounds and mounds of food after school in hopes of procrastinating homework.
Also today I went to my friends web-site. It's funny though, even though I'm not super tight with Courtney, I thought I had her pretty much figured out. Guess what kids, not at all. Isn't it weird how even with someone that you think you know so well you don't really know at all, or those kids in class that you just think you've got figured out, but in reality you have no idea why they are the way they are, or even how they are deep down.
I wish I had a dream anaylzer, I love dreams and I always have them, sometimes I wonder what they really mean. Because maybe you don't even really know yourself.
Back to Courtney, I would post her website, but that just might embarass her, so I won't, but she is really good at the poetry and writing game. I knew she was a smart girl and was into literature, bu I didn't know she was that good. I read her entire website. There are lots of things that I just simply did not know. The site was so honest, and Court is usually so much more, i don't know, shielded i guess. Also, I knew that you liked the boys, but I never took you for the hopeless romantic type. Were all those poems and such from your actual experience? If only I was taking the bus home tomorrow, hopefully I am.
To Courtney: I couldn't find your guest book, so this is for you: I love your website. Honestly, it's really grand. Thanks for posting it because I would never have remembered to go otherwise. Keep the good old writings a coming, and I was a little sad because not all of the links worked, so I'm just letting you know.
Before we close this out... I hate Sydney
This is my favorite one so I'm sharing it with the live journal world... (which consists of about 3 kids from cherry hill)
Rooftop Night
We sat on the roof,
wearing fleece pullovers,
saying nothing,
and just breathing the cold air.
I was not uncomfortable or anxious.
There was no need for words.
Our silent conversation was understood
by only us and the night.
In awkward teenage clothing pressed onto us,
we were cradled by the stardust,
bathed by the moonlight,
and our silence
said all that needed to be said.
So today I ate a lot of food and that was bad. I realized how much weight I lost over the summer and I was proud of myself, but I think I'm gaining it back. We will exercise again, even if it's not running. And we will stop eating mounds and mounds of food after school in hopes of procrastinating homework.
Also today I went to my friends web-site. It's funny though, even though I'm not super tight with Courtney, I thought I had her pretty much figured out. Guess what kids, not at all. Isn't it weird how even with someone that you think you know so well you don't really know at all, or those kids in class that you just think you've got figured out, but in reality you have no idea why they are the way they are, or even how they are deep down.
I wish I had a dream anaylzer, I love dreams and I always have them, sometimes I wonder what they really mean. Because maybe you don't even really know yourself.
Back to Courtney, I would post her website, but that just might embarass her, so I won't, but she is really good at the poetry and writing game. I knew she was a smart girl and was into literature, bu I didn't know she was that good. I read her entire website. There are lots of things that I just simply did not know. The site was so honest, and Court is usually so much more, i don't know, shielded i guess. Also, I knew that you liked the boys, but I never took you for the hopeless romantic type. Were all those poems and such from your actual experience? If only I was taking the bus home tomorrow, hopefully I am.
To Courtney: I couldn't find your guest book, so this is for you: I love your website. Honestly, it's really grand. Thanks for posting it because I would never have remembered to go otherwise. Keep the good old writings a coming, and I was a little sad because not all of the links worked, so I'm just letting you know.
Before we close this out... I hate Sydney
This is my favorite one so I'm sharing it with the live journal world... (which consists of about 3 kids from cherry hill)
Rooftop Night
We sat on the roof,
wearing fleece pullovers,
saying nothing,
and just breathing the cold air.
I was not uncomfortable or anxious.
There was no need for words.
Our silent conversation was understood
by only us and the night.
In awkward teenage clothing pressed onto us,
we were cradled by the stardust,
bathed by the moonlight,
and our silence
said all that needed to be said.