| everything seems weird here, like bein in the past, I haven't updated in a looong time.
jeez.
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| OmGGG I'm alive yay!
Kay so I haven't updated this in forever. It is currently 1:30 am. I am writing an AP English essay. See, us AP kids are the best procrastinators, 'cause teachers try not to think you do so I get good grades anyway hehe. Though I lack mucho sleep...
Gonna play some brawl tomorrow! (or rather today lol). Got a freakin 72 on my physics test. I'm mad 'cause I thought I did better but ugggh whateverz, back to doing my spanish work in there...
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| 2007 in retrospect. Well it sucked. Very badly. GRRR. I just hate odd numbers. Seriously, 7 is the worst number ever and I blame that on my sucky year.
2008 shall be great. I am going to lose weight (yes, because now I weigh more than when I started in the first place!!!) and I've just realized how insane I am and fucked up with all my dumb little problems. Oh welllll no one needs to know.
Hope that I get to visit again summer 2008. Hey, maybe I'll actually learn to drive this year. It's too scary. I don't like the idea of growing up at all...
Like really, I am over 16.75. That means I'm closer to being 17 than 16. That is freaky.
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| how long am I to live this way
to watch my mind and soul decay?
day by day, that same same pain -
and shame
that says I'm not okay
I'm not enough
for me, or you
or anyone who so should choose
to walk the path and watch me lose, to
lose myself
to stranger's shoes -
a stranger
that is who I am
in no man's land, the trenches filled
with soldier's lined who with their hands -
those noble hands will see my crime
one crime of being someone else
ten more I figure out myself
and though they never speak and tell
I still can tell
and wallow without wanting help -
ignoring those who say they've felt
the pain I've felt
they watch me fall
they shoot me down
so they can put on pretty crowns
and step on me, and make me bleed
and say my crime is pointless greed
what do they see
that I don't see?
I can't conceive why they believe
my envy to be falsified
I cannot lie
I'd be ten times more dead inside
so I'll just lie here mystified
and waste away with teary eyes
with soldier's marching on and on
I'm where I have been all along
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| Hm well I got bored and searching for my teacher's book online actually comes up on barnes and nobles (it's called Walking THROUGH landmines - oops). It's interesting. She's really kinda boring and stuff and I just want to WRITE poetry and not read it (literary magazine is gonna be AWESOME this year!!!) but whatevs...
Went to Hershey Park on Stormrunner. Close enough to kingda ka for me. Stormrunner goes from 0 to 72 mph in just a few seconds. Was very fun hehehe. And took an hour long line but oh well. Got a million sizes too big sweatshirt (yeaaah my other options were a child small or medium).
Now I want to read this dumb book and criticize her writing. I am cynical: (oh and speaking of writing I'm gonna post this poem I wrote a few hours ago)
http://search.barnesandnoble.com/booksearch/isbninquiry.asp?r=1&ean=9780595369072
http://www.amazon.com/Walking-Through-Land-Mines-Hyperactivity/dp/0595369073/ref=sr_1_5/002-2005594-1429621?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1193703024&sr=1-5
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