happy-ness| tres la bonte...
oh man. today was weird. mmm. who else walks in the middle of the hallway and then runs back, hiding in a room because they saw someone they liked?
*sigh* good thing I don't see him on a regular basis. m. actually good goddess. that's even worse. if I don't know where he is. he could be anywhere. arrr.
today. *sigh* it was actually good. even after that...happened. I was "bouncing off the walls" in newspaper. and I was really happy. that's what counts right? and wow. was I "wired". m. I like that word. someone used it today.
awhile after school I saw Anisa in the orchestra room and she told me she thought what happened to the quiet shy person. m. she said she like what I was today. m. kind of fun.
everyone's so nice and awesome in newspaper. I want to hug everyone. m. yeah.
plus I'm tres excited about friday. which is tomorrow! because other than the fact it's Ramones Day, there will be a newspaper bonding party. hehe. funder dunders. ^_^ it'd be even awesome-er if it was a sleep-over. but I'm just plain thankful that we even have a get-together. I have no idea what I'll bring for my conversation piece. mmm.
I also need to do some brainstorming...
oh yes. Karen let me borrow either/or...Elliott-ness. *sigh* it's heaven...it really is. it really really is. it's...just absolute amazing-ness. and just...*sigh-ness* why is he dead?
mmm? I had a nap and listened to his voice and guitar tremor the bed. mhmmm. it was that loud. he even coughs or actually clears his throat a bit in the beginning of a song. it is beautiful. my goodness. arrr. thank you Karen. you rock. like whoah. I really need to make those album coupons I promised her for her birthday. idea's something along how she can pick any cd for her birthday. and she can choose them any time of the year. and I'll give her like three or four coupons. haha. I wonder...rollover coupons? oh gee.
I hope I did incred on the chemistry test and I'm pretty positive on the world history test went well today. oh man. someone pray for me. especially for chem. my grade beats the titanic by a long dive...
I really shouldn't worry over stupid things. I need to focus on my grades, clubs, orchestra, and especially newspaper. I need to. m.
Mrs. Brunot told me to come early tomorrow morning instead. I'm so nervous. I don't know what to say. I don't think my english paper was amazing or deserves an A. but ah. mom at open house told her that I would talk to her how I'm not satisfied with my grade.
I mean who would be satisfied with my grade? but I don't know how to defend my paper. I don't really care about my grade anymore. I think it was well-written. except for the tremendous amount of fragments and grammer mistakes. I wish the grammer-colored glasses would come off and english teachers will look at the writing styles.
and I'm guessing my writing style is writing fragments like a bad habit.
come home sink in bed
having a stranger's familiar voice
this beautiful noise
massage my body
and makes me regret
why I'm not the one who's dead
for half and hour you could be alive
drink up and close my eyes
this is the closet I'll ever get
in the rooms of heaven
you picked the basement
and someday I'll come down those stairs
for a closer listen
I bet all angels have sore wings
being crowded surrounding you up there
not enough chairs
but nobody cares
sometimes it'd be so much better there
than this place you used to live in
than this place I'm stuck with
I can almost hear you whispering to me
to enjoy life
although sometimes I forget why
your advice recorded in lines
I promise to give it a try
play it Elliott
one more time
*sigh* good thing I don't see him on a regular basis. m. actually good goddess. that's even worse. if I don't know where he is. he could be anywhere. arrr.
today. *sigh* it was actually good. even after that...happened. I was "bouncing off the walls" in newspaper. and I was really happy. that's what counts right? and wow. was I "wired". m. I like that word. someone used it today.
awhile after school I saw Anisa in the orchestra room and she told me she thought what happened to the quiet shy person. m. she said she like what I was today. m. kind of fun.
everyone's so nice and awesome in newspaper. I want to hug everyone. m. yeah.
plus I'm tres excited about friday. which is tomorrow! because other than the fact it's Ramones Day, there will be a newspaper bonding party. hehe. funder dunders. ^_^ it'd be even awesome-er if it was a sleep-over. but I'm just plain thankful that we even have a get-together. I have no idea what I'll bring for my conversation piece. mmm.
I also need to do some brainstorming...
oh yes. Karen let me borrow either/or...Elliott-ness. *sigh* it's heaven...it really is. it really really is. it's...just absolute amazing-ness. and just...*sigh-ness* why is he dead?
mmm? I had a nap and listened to his voice and guitar tremor the bed. mhmmm. it was that loud. he even coughs or actually clears his throat a bit in the beginning of a song. it is beautiful. my goodness. arrr. thank you Karen. you rock. like whoah. I really need to make those album coupons I promised her for her birthday. idea's something along how she can pick any cd for her birthday. and she can choose them any time of the year. and I'll give her like three or four coupons. haha. I wonder...rollover coupons? oh gee.
I hope I did incred on the chemistry test and I'm pretty positive on the world history test went well today. oh man. someone pray for me. especially for chem. my grade beats the titanic by a long dive...
I really shouldn't worry over stupid things. I need to focus on my grades, clubs, orchestra, and especially newspaper. I need to. m.
Mrs. Brunot told me to come early tomorrow morning instead. I'm so nervous. I don't know what to say. I don't think my english paper was amazing or deserves an A. but ah. mom at open house told her that I would talk to her how I'm not satisfied with my grade.
I mean who would be satisfied with my grade? but I don't know how to defend my paper. I don't really care about my grade anymore. I think it was well-written. except for the tremendous amount of fragments and grammer mistakes. I wish the grammer-colored glasses would come off and english teachers will look at the writing styles.
and I'm guessing my writing style is writing fragments like a bad habit.
come home sink in bed
having a stranger's familiar voice
this beautiful noise
massage my body
and makes me regret
why I'm not the one who's dead
for half and hour you could be alive
drink up and close my eyes
this is the closet I'll ever get
in the rooms of heaven
you picked the basement
and someday I'll come down those stairs
for a closer listen
I bet all angels have sore wings
being crowded surrounding you up there
not enough chairs
but nobody cares
sometimes it'd be so much better there
than this place you used to live in
than this place I'm stuck with
I can almost hear you whispering to me
to enjoy life
although sometimes I forget why
your advice recorded in lines
I promise to give it a try
play it Elliott
one more time