||A Perfect Circle-Fiddle and the Drum
This enormous wall isolates me. I can hear voices on the other side, and there is a door right there... But i can't find escape. My arms strapped down... i could simply unstrap them too... but no escape...
I'm that weird kid no one really knows at the party. The one that stands in the corner and talks to no one, well besides a select few for a few minutes. Then he may do something out of the ordinary to draw your attention, but then he's off. And everyone is left wondering "hey, where'd that guy go?"
Is it a fear of people? Or a fear of what they think? Or some mental disorder they'll be sure to fill me with happy pills for?
Um, no. That's a bit exagerrated. It isn't really an intense fear.
I am staying right here though.
But I can see right through to the other side. The crowds of people conversing and laughing amongst themselves over something that's funny to them and only them. Staring on I am marveled by their behavior, and repulsed by the level of noise...
Damn, they've spotted me. I may be pulled out of my antisocial comfort space. Oh god, one's approaching.....
"Do you want any food?"
"no. thank you"
Phew, thank god that worked...
Love Stories are Lame
They Are All The Same
With the Exact Same frame
They never change, yet no one complains...
» Once upon a time, there was this girl who could never seem to find that certain someone.
So She Killed Herself.
» There once was this couple that had been together a long while. They were very much in love with each other. One day, they were holding hands and crossing the street. They stopped in the middle of the vacant road. The boy turned to the girl, looked in her eyes, and said "I love you," and then kissed her passionately on the lips.
Then the girl was hit by a bus.
Now send this to 40 people, or Myspace will ensure that the zombie girl comes to kill you tonight.
» Jimmy was a nice boy. He was very quiet. He could never find a girlfriend though. And he wanted one so badly. But there was this one, special girl he has always liked. Mary.
So one day Jimmy worked up enough courage to ask Mary out. He thought it through all day. Even got roses for her. Then the moment came. He walked up to Mary, tapped her on the shoulder and handed the roses to her. He looked in her eyes and said "I like you a lot, and always have. Will you please be my girlfriend?"
Mary then looked at Jimmy, bit his neck and ripped out his jugular.
The derivative equals 2x+5...
The dry erase marker lets out a shrill squeak as it tell me what today's lesson is. What I have to remember today. Not necessarily understand. It is my master.
x equals 3....
Open notebook, shut eyes. See, that's the thing about staying up late, you don't get much sleep. Those bastard meterologists. I expected a snow day. A day to frolic as if I was 5. Oh how splendid that would have been.
I wonder if weathermen really don't know what they're doing. They just make educated guesses. And happen to acquire some skill at it. There is snow outside though. Just enough to give you that feeling of winter... but not the 4-10 inches I was promised.
Ahh, my escape. The Window. It's my little safe haven during Level 1 Calculus with Mr. Loper. I don't know why, but it's always beautiful outside that window. Given that the view is piled with rows of cars, and streets stacked with houses. Imagine that in a house advertisement. "It has a glroious view overlooking the parking lot."
Is that a 9 or a 4?
My face reads misery, but my heart screams joy as I gaze into the outside world. My microcosm of beauty. My little world of placidness. Not paying attention to the big world of "I don't want to be here," that is surrounding me at the moment.
Sometimes you have to be trapped inside to appreciate what's outside.
Ah yes, visions of running outsi.....
Nevermind, we have a test.
The derivative is... fuck I don't know...
You, he, she, it, that
and I am All
All is I
I means We
And we means I
So iof I am all
then we are all
and If I am one
We are one!
Haiku for High School
I am so Tired
I had to get up at 6
I don't like high school
Four Lines that will turn into a long a poem that doesnt suck...
Eyes wide, from inside I find
Minds unwind and intertwine
In a moment of beautiful bliss, that bears
something seen new here
I love Most of you
As for the other people
I love them as well
I like Vin Diesel
He's So fast and furious
Wish he'd be my dad
From my little vessel powered by pistons and rotating tires against pavement marked with streaks of white and yellow, I look onto the change of scenery. Well at least a change for me. These new sights of mixed patterns of pine and leaveless trees spark new thoughts, new feelings. The combination of orange, gray, green, red, and yellow arrouse a feeling that is somewhat blue. No. Greenish-Blue. Wait. Aqua Marine.
I chuckle at that thought. Not aqua marine but AN Aqua Marine. Vin Dieself could be an Aqua Marine. He's fight battles with octopus warlords under the sea. But, enough about Vin Dieself. Then again, how can you ever have enough Vin Diesel especially as an Aqau Marine.... So moving on.
We have passed the former scenery. Oh and by we I mean my mom and aunt who happen to be in the car with me. They have no clue I;m writing about them...
Okay, so onto the beauty of the mountainous terrain full of trees...
Sorry, I just thought of Vine Diesel driving this car in his Aqua Marine suit, under water to fight The Aqua Bionic Jimmy Stewart and his Octopus warlords...
Okay, this isn't working.
The Scenery is beautifu and it feels amazing to be mindful of such beauty. There, dammit. That was the initial idea.
Heh, Bionic Jimmy Stewert vs. Aqua Marin Vin Diesel...