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| To the asshole who broke into my car, stole my cd's and broke my glove compartment:
I will find you.
And when I do, I will extract my revenge! D<
Bah! I'm so frustrated about this! I don't care about the stolen cds. But you had to break the glove compartment?
And why did you steal all of the cds?! Some of them were from my friends.
Grrrrrrrrr... At least I had most of them already onto iTunes.
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| They keep coming even after I think it's finally over.
I can't even remember the last time I cried like this.
I just want someone to hold me through this episode...
I want someone to pretend they care...
Why does nobody seem to care? Why do all my friends disappear?
Sorry I disappeared, Xanga.
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| I was just involved in an accident.
Correction:
I just caused an accident.
I rear-ended a nice girl while she was trying to turn left.
Why do I have to be so fucking stupid?
Luckily, there were only some scuff marks on their back bumper.
My front license plate is bent to shit though...
We didn't call the cops.
Just took down our information.
My mom says that I didn't get enough info from them.
That they could cause my insurance rates to sky-rocket.
...I'm not sure I care.
It's my fault this happened.
My mom blames the accident on the weather, since it's all slushy outside.
And the fact that I don't have winter tires on my car...
But I still feel like it's my fault.
All I want to do is curl up in a dark room and cry...
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| blue. beautiful blue skies.... beautiful blue tears.
growing up is such an odd thing.
i can remember my first day of highschool perfectly. i even managed to get lost and walk into the wrong classroom. i got lost multiple times after that too.
and i can remember the boyfriends. there were so few compared to the others.
one in grade nine...
one in grade 10...
never serious though.
and i remember learning. i've learned so much in the last four years.
in both aspects. real and imaginary.
reading new books and learning new math equations.
learning about myself, and solving that puzzle.
and now, a senior in grade 12, i look back. and i remember growing up beside my classmates, watching them become who they are today.
it's almost something to mourn about.
and yet, it makes me feel so elated!
life truly is a miracle that we have been granted, and i think the price we pay for such an amazing gift is the fact that it passes us by so
quickly. why else does life pass us by so fast?
why else do we grow up and move on so quickly?
i was in such a rush to grow up,
and suddenly, i almost wish for life to just STOP. stop here. no more growing up, no more moving on.
i don't want to forget the faces from my childhood. i don't want to have to face any more emotional trauma.
but i still want to learn more, experience more, love more.
humans are such fickle creatures, aren't we?
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| Amazing night!
Oh dear lord where to even begin.
Otay, so first off: I'm a band geek.
and not one of those "cool, i like to rock out, headbanging" band geeks
i'm the band geek that plays classical music on her trusty sidekick, the flute.
Anyways! tonight was our first coffee house of the school year (yes there's coffee there!)
and pretty much all the rock bands in school come and play a set, even some singers and poets!
well, i got to be the mc tonight, and i was a little nervous, i mean, in front of a crowd?!
but all my worries were for nothing.
it was superb! i have never had so much fun.
i think it helped that the crowd was made up of solely understanding people.
there were NO haters. period.
it was nice.
and i guess i'm supposed to sing a set with some friends in our coffee house in march!
that's bringing a whole new set of worries though! oh well, i'll figure it out:)
and i got to go to kelsey's for supper!
i had spinach dip :)
and an energy drink AND two crunchies!
it was just... a really good night.
i've needed a day like this,
especially considering my school day was quite dreadful. (i cried THREE times:#)
...well four, if you count the one where i got hit in the head with a music stand...
anyyyyways. Rather than an artistic, poetic entry, i just wanted to share this.
if you read all of this, you just made my heart ten times warmer.
thank you. it means A LOT to me.
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