"He tells everyone a story, cause he thinks that his life is boring, and he fights so you won't ignore him, cause that's his biggest fear. And he cries but you'll rarely see him do it, and he loves but he's scared to use it, so he hides behind the music, cause he likes it that way. He knows that he's so much more than worthless, and he needs to find the surface, and he's starting to get nervous."

I Really Don't Know

I had three different things that I started to write in this post, but none of them would do. They were all true statements, but this isn't the time. I really don't know why I told you that.

Let me just take this time to tell you guys that I hate the movie Thirteen Going on Thirty. Oh well. I hope I am never involved with a movie that disgusts me so much. And now, due to the laws of irony, either my first movie will fill my soul with horror, or I will never get an acting job...ever.

Just another chapter in the great blog ocean, soon to be lost in the tossing waves of the internet.

...Don't get pulled out to sea.

I Must Say...

I really am a little worried. I am appearing in court on Monday, and I am definately not ready for it. I don't know how it will turn out. But I guess that's how the story goes...

I'm Just Too Good...

...At blocking you out. I don't want you guys to know anything about me, but Dammit all, I really do want to be found. Yes. But at the same time, I will do everything I can to avoid it. I really hate these contradictions. And it makes me really tired.

But that's beside the point. I am so incredibly tired right now. I think that if I don't get rest soon, I'm going to be all tops.

I also don't want the person who infiltrated my blog to go without proper reward, however, so rest assured, I will find you.

At least, that's how it happens.

MUAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

hehe, I'm changing your password!!!!!!! and i'm on your blog!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! hehe..........HAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

~me~

I Don't Want To Start This Again...

Have you ever been staring off into the distance, when you get that wistful nostalgic feeling, the one that wonders how things could have been?
...Because I sure haven't!
No, I won't lie to you. This happens to me all the time.
It isn't that I'm too worried about how things could have been, rather than how things are, but I can't get this out of my head.

They say you can't change the past, but you can ruin the present by worrying about the future, so it seems safer to me to not worry too far in any direction.

You know this isn't what I was going to write this time. Let's not be rash.

Happy Thanksgiving you guys.

With An Increasing Pace...

Things certainly are happening rapidly now. With moving, school, journalism, Drama, Mock Trial, TAG, and trying to have a social life, I'm somewhat at a crossroads. Or, at least I think so. I'm tired, I really am. But with the deep exhaustion, I also find a small satisfaction. Well, that's only true of the last four things.

Whatever. These things happen. All we can do is weather them the best we can.

Shall We?

Shall we indeed! This post is usually a little longer than my first one, so we have some room to breath here. I wonder if I should let the others know about this blog. I don't think I should keep it so secret, because that leads to the pain of isolation. I'll admit that I disillusioned myself. I said, "I won't tell them, I'll wait for them to find it." Which is ridiculous. This has been the lie that I've been telling myself for quite awhile. I have gotten so used to hiding and covering my tracks that I lose track of myself very easily, and I often don't know where I am. Do you like the slight rhetoric and metaphor? I think I might be doing this alot, so heads up. I hope I can hang onto this sunny and cheerful disposition for little while at least. Of course, that's for you to decide.

You know... I think I shall.

Here We Are Again!

Hello! This does seem familiar, as this is the fourth link in this particular string of failed blogs. Most Excellent. I would type more, but traditionally, I don't type much here. Thank you for coming, and au revoir!