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I wrote this in an instant message to Ivan the other day.  I don't know why I wrote it, but I needed to vent, and he was the only one around.  He thinks I'm crazy, but since he thought it was from a D/C song, it must mean that it sounds poetic or something.  Here ya go, lemme know what it means.

It was completey random when all of a sudden, ( Read more... )

This is the Spanish poem we have to memorize. I'm posting it because I've been losing things lately and it really would NOT be a good thing to lose this! Yes, I know I'm a dork, you don't need to tell me ( Read more... )

Has anything ever happened to make you question everything? I mean, you pray to God for a sign.  You ask for something with meaning.  You beg and beg and beg.  And then, one day, you get your answer:

"Fuck you."

Is love becoming a fad?  Do people just want to be in love so they can say they're in love?  Or are they really?  And if they are, how can ( Read more... )

I have had the best day I've had this week! Actually, that's not saying much because this week utterly and completely sucked. Mostly, today rocked 'cause we turned in the Biome project! Yeah! Party! Other than that, being one of the only people who wasn't tired or sick or in pain of some kind, and drinking a lot of mountain dew made today ( Read more... )

My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me. So won't you kill me? So I die happy . . .

So, I'm doing this is 7th period because this class is boring as hell and Ivan is talking to himself. Not that Ivan's talking to himself has anything to do with the class's boringness...hehehe...now he's swearing under his breath...funny Ivan ( Read more... )

Do what it takes to show you don't trust me.
Scream in my face that you don't love me.
Rip my heart out and make me bleed.
Destroy this fucking constant need.

Why didn't I meet you before
You met the soulmate you adore?
How will I ever know what could have happened?

If it never started, then why should it end?

Ahhgg...I was just sitting here at my desk, reading Great Expectations (or what I have officially dubbed "The Great Irony of the IB Program"), and I couldn't focus on the story. My mind just wouldn't shut up. It was saying things like "Hey! Remember on the bus the other day when Tony White was going through the yearbook with Joey and they were ( Read more... )

How can you see me, if you don't know I'm there ( Read more... )