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Tuesday, February 20, 2007


books are way better than sleep, and the real world.
you know its true, but oh my God im so tired. Jessica wanted to borrow New Moon, and silly me wanted to read it before she got it so i stayed up till 3 in the morning to finish it. i almost fell alseep in band and im nodding off right now....*yawn* well i just emmbarresed myself in front of everyone. nuttin new. but we were supposed to do a little skit and i wrote mine in a really descriptive way, which is bad for people who dont know what a dingo is. for some reason im going to post a poem. yay me. guess what its bout? dreams and sleep.....*yawn*

every single day i wake,
wishing that the day would end,
so i could climb back in bed,
and dream of things past my reach

i dream of books of joy and wonder,
books of old and lore,
but not the books that beckon to me,
but of the tales they share.

nameless loves, and romantic nights,
of happiness with others,
to see that happiness again,
is just too much to gather.

the dreams i have call to me,
they whisper so many things,
but every day im called again,
to come back to the world of day.


so how was that? i just made it up right now.

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