Thursday, May 11, 2006

[[[[copied from my other journal]]]]]]
Because I'm too lazy.

Umm...compilation of my day today::

[from a conversation earlier today]
I'm sick.
And if you said that verbally, it would sound something like "I'b thick"
And you are not supposed to laugh at me. >.>
But I can do whatever I want. There's no sky to bind me, even. Ha. *poke*
*POKE*
*pokepillowsquish*
You cheat.
No boundaries. :) Wanna play a word game later?
Gotta make notes >.<
What about the ones your teachers give you?
They're crap. That stuff won't help half as much on the SOLs. >_>
Cheer up, emo kid.
*dramatic bang swish**EYELINER*
*RAZOR*
Yeah. That comic earlier today was cute.
Yeah. I want to make some kind of award for interesting emo comics.
Yay the Emo-Comic Awards! *jolly hop*
*silence*
[finish]

[random writing thingy from earlier a few days ago]
These soundwaves they turn at the sound of our voices
hopes die
into infathomable faiths
These bodies they rot in the dirt
that holds us
*line break*
Honestly we're going down together the time that eludes us comes back
to repent us the frailty of the heavens is the new purgatory
Will we survive to reach out to the stars? Or will we be
turned down to the ones that we killed? Oh no...
These soundwaves, they'll come down among us to kill
These voices they tell us, they tell us to reach out
Reach out to the depths
"We are who we are...............Come be our new thrill"
[end whatever that turned out to be]

Aaaand.
I think I'll just write out my ramble number #1. because..........I need to do this.
[start]
Dear ____________,
I hope you're doing fine. I wish everything were alright. But it's still awkward for me.
Everything. The was you talk is no longer familiar, your face is nothing of a ghost you once were. Your desires, it seems, have become superficial and materialistic, at least in my eyes. I'm glad you've got someone...several people behind you, supporting you. But it doesn't mean..that everyone who isn't what you want them to be, everyone who isn't as privileged as you.....should be treated inferior. Your treatment of me is, as it seems, superficial. And superficial to a few of those that I've witnessed receiving some of your actions. I'm sorry..if I can't be the quiet kid who's there in exchange for nothing. I used to think I had loyalty from you.......but I guess. I lost it, right? And I realize it was my fault..but I never realized a small bump in time could drive something to precious to me apart so easily. As it is, I used to look up to you. And yes, I have a habit of looking up at those I shouldn't. But I do. And I expect too much. But is a little faith too much to ask for? Or am I doing something wrong in every step that I take?
I have to say again...I looked up to you. As a friend, as my secret-keeper. A companion to travel through life with. But...as I'm always wrong, I guess I was wrong on this assumption as well.
Sincerely, ______/
P.S. Someone once told me that I should be who I am so I can have friends who appreciate me for me. I'd just wish you'd follow your own words if you could quit telling yourself lies.
[end]
But whoever reads that, it's not really directly aimed at anyone. Just a feeling. My guts, or my paranoia. They always lead me astray ^_^;

Then. I have a few goals to finish before this school year ends.
And a goal before highschool ends::Make a webcomic. and Get a good alias.
Because I swear I'll go mad if I don't. =D
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