Fun-nes

This is what I do.
Well what I did for the last couple of days.

It's been a while.

Fun day today.
Got to hang out with old amiga.
Just realized.
I'm very lucky that I have
her as a friend.

When

Did it all start .Have I ever meant something to you more than what I know I do? Did you realize this. Where you planing on telling me, if at all? Will it end? Did it end? You fall for that kid? You know it was over between us?

Is it even..

Awuh!!

My little brother
just asked a girl
to the 5th grade
dance.
I can't believe it.

ahahaha.

Letting Go.

glasses

My visions getting worse.
I guess I'm just like my brothers.
Kinda sucks.

mystery girl..

Excitement!!

Reading other people's blogs isn't something I always do.
I've been missing out on so much and life at school makes
a little more sense. For a moment I was clueless of the
situation I was in until, well now. Its really sad to know
that everything that happen to me is all because of a few
misunderstood signals hopefully every thing back to the
way it was a coupe of days ago. I think the only reason for
me blogging at this moment would be that I just ate and
super smart brother, Silvino, says that the reason for why
I wake up so tired in the morning is because my body is
exhausted from digesting food. So to avoid this I'm trying
to stay awake until I'm less full, hopefully it works.
This sounds pretty stupid but hey, he's in AP Biology.
Anyways, back to the whole "I'm starting to read my
fellow peer's blogs." Its pretty entertaining. Now, don't
get me wrong I'm not here to bag on their blogs just to
say that without them staying up late for no apparent
reasons would be very difficult. I like how some are very
poetic(Quoc) or about the stupid injuries one causes on
themselves(Jeff). Or about there day(Amy). Or the soon
trips they will soon be going on(Matthew Travers). But it
doesn't end there some even challenge themselves to write
in an entire different language for a change(Rachel Kassa).


.-. upside down

._. smile

Pencil, does this make sense?

I'm writing especially for you, you deserve it more than anyone else. You're over looked by everyone. Sometimes even myself. I hardly speak to you anymore. I can't believe I just left you for someone who I though could possibly be more permanent. I liked the way, you made, going back and changing my errors easier. Well the once that weren't serious. This knew someone just went with the flow, and never thought twice before doing something. I'm slowly trying reaching out to you. Please forgive me, I've come to realized I need more than just this other person. I want things to go back the way they were. I want it back to the way it was. To you wearing your black framed glasses with the green inside rim that covered your light brown eyes. To you wearing your favorite yellow sundress that covered your soft, slightly tan, skin...


HOLD UP!! I'm getting two stories confused..
:)

the new.

<3

Of Montreal

Does she know, does she know that
I am not joust searching for some first time high
I know it's all about perceptions
And I accept you as my very first mover

I was a foreigner when you appeared
From the shadows at the motor club
I was a hater in the depths
Of an emotional hibernation

You sat me down, we had some drinks
All you told me all kinds of insanity
I asked your friend if you were available
She answered, no but yes, oh well oh well, yes and no

Does she know, does she know that
I am not joust searching for some first time high
I know it's all about perceptions
And I accept you as my very first mover

I remember riding bikes on Coaster Island
Planning midnight raids on the Swedish plum trees
That summer, it was too cold to swim, so
we climbed upon the rocky shore and freaked out
On the mountain goats, but they were not impressed
Or scared of us

Do you remember, our last summer of independents?
Do you remember, our last summer of independents?
Do you remember, our last summer of independents?
Do you remember?

Now, I'm viewing my memory reel in reverse
Scrolling back to come to feel your weather then
Now, I'm nothing to the limits of our parabola (this line not sure)
To predict the points of thou-shalt-not-return

Does she know, does she know that
I am not joust searching for some first time high
I know it's all about perceptions
And I accept you as my very first mover