the curisous case

There are two hours left. Just 120 mineuts before the end of the year rolls around for western mountain time. And really, I don't care that much. There is nothing special or significant about this day for me, just another day in a sucession of days of weeks of months of years that just makes up my life. One of the many things that I picked up in my english class this past year has stuck with me the thoughts of the new year was on the lines of who we are today is who we are tomorrow and who we were ten years ago. Like the river. Always flowing alway moving so we are always who we are is who we have always have been and who we always have been. I like this idea. And with this idea comes a revlation that if this is indeed true, dates, times, places, don't hold as much significance as modern culture places on the them. Because we are always and yet never where we were or where we will be. It's interesting.
So with that, despite the fact that I am having a bit of a lame night, I don't really care all that much. It's all relative

I trust you with a lot.

Out of sheer bordem due to the fact that my mother is out and we can't start our movie till she gets back, I am going to be writting myself a blog to just talk and pass some time. I would have otherwise listened to music but since my step-dad is watching a movie on the telivision, I am going to have to suffice with this instead. Which is really no big deal because I really do enjoy my blog and everyone's blog. Blog's are actually pretty great place. It just gives me a really nice place to let go of all the things that are really stressing me out or pissing me off and I can just vent them out. I think that this blog had done wonders for my mental health, and I would suggest to anyone that is stressed or overwhelled to get themselves a key board and a monitor and internet access, and get themselves a blog. Everyone once in a while I get worried that the people out there, all five of you, that when you read my whinney words of complaint, you may judge me on what I am saying or even who I am. Simply because this place is where I am most open, at least compaired to any other internet site.
Today I am sleepy, but you will not know why because my mother is home. Night

But you'll never find another like moi how you ridin' round in your drop-top car

I love Jessie McCartney. He has the same birthday day as me.
I also love that we only have two and a half days of school left,
I don't love the fact that I have a lot of homework to do in that time that I just seam unable to accomplish. I just can't do anything.

I don't understand why FB is becoming so angsty, like the page " As soon as you say "hi" instead of "hey" i know theres something wrong." Seriously? Are you for cereal? I think that I am going to go around saying Hi to people all the time now. That's just dumb. And "I Hate People That Dont Text Back ". I mean yeah, I know it is annoying but does an entire fan page on FB really need to be directed to unite all the people in the world that don't like being ingnored via text? Or those who "Hate It When annoying people dont get the hint that you dont like them. " Yeah okay, I think we can all agree that annoying people can suck but again, these blatently stupidly obvious groups that most people in the world would agree to are really not necessary. How about a "I hate how angsty people are getting on FB, making up stupid pages to like for no good reason" page. How about I start that one up for everyone in the FB world. That is not to say that all pages are pointless. I like the funny ones, or ones that indicate the oddities of human behavoir, but like "Some people just piss me off!" is not an oddity of human behavoir. Yes, some people are going to make you mad. I understood that before you liked that page on FB. But for some reason, 1,577,038  felt it was necessairy to tell the world this. Gahh.

I like music, and I like christmas.

indifference

I don't even want to write about it

all the money I had is gone

Dear Rachel
You need to stop being a creepy stalker. And finish your english homework.
Seriously, what is wrong with you?
Yours Truly
RS

I wounder if you'd miss me when I'm gone

It's not going to happen, and there is some part of me, way deep down that knows it. But for some reason, I just can't let it go. In me it sits, like a festering illness, and all I can do is wait for the next conversation, hug, look, to boost that faint hope once again. I wont get over it, but maybe, with some help, I can move past it.

And yet, I'm still waiting for you. And I probably always will be.

you make it hard to smile becase you make it hard to breathe

And the Grinch, with his Grinch-feet ice cold in the snow, stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so? It came without ribbons. It came without tags. It came without packages, boxes or bags. And he puzzled and puzzled 'till his puzzler was sore. Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before. What if Christmas, he thought, doesn't come from a store. What if Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more.

New Moon, I love you!

we'll get there our way

Birds of a feather flock together. So here is to my flock, because in you, I see the parts of me that I like best.

There are some flocks out there though, (sticking with the bird idea) that I am starting to realize I like a lot less that I thought I did. Natural selction in play.