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This I think is totally weird. One of my friends, Chris, can remember what people wore and the color it was.. and let me tell you.. He remembered everything that Jennifer wore this week. We believe he looks at her way too much and we also believe they both have a major crush on each other. You know, the funny thing is that I used to like him as a boyfriend/girlfriend type thing but now I just could care less about what he thinks about me and what not. I just don't believe he is worth it anymore. Besides.. its fun watching all of the other girls fight over him. lol. Anyways, on to other subjects I suppose. Well for one thing I'm glad it's the weekend. If we had another day of school I do not believe you would have seen my English 2 teacher the rest of the day.. He would have been hanging around some where. lol. No, not really, but I am soo tired of his class and all he does is talk talk talk.. He can also get side tracked so easily. I loved learning English last year, but this year my teacher makes it so dull so mainly everyone in the class wants to catch a few ZZzz's. lol. On to other subjects I suppose. You know, you decide to let your friends read your poems and guess what they do.. They laugh. Just about a certain one though.. My poems are not mean't to be funny, but I guess they are just so immature that they can't handle it. I got so ticked off at them. I mean, think about it.. They are a year older then myself and they are laughing their asses off about a poem I wrote about sex.. Sex people..... In fact.. This is what it was.
"Sex"
Passion is flying,
while desire is rising.
Wanting to feel the touch of another,
wanting to feel the body heat from the other.
Longing so strong,
yet not sure whats wrong.
Your partner is in you,
it hurts so badly you want to go home,
away from the pain,
away from the monster that supposedly loved you.
Thats why they say,
having sex is fun,
but you need to know when your done.
You may hurt the other,
and have your partner crying to another.
I dunno, I just so don't understand people. Oh well.. Now that I vented that out of my system.... umm... I can't think of anything else to add.. Well, actually..... I ended up driving my step father to the gas station, Wal Mart, Piggly Wiggly, and home in the pick up.. Its, I believe, an 83 Ford.. I don't remember the type. Oh well.. Now I think that pretty much covers my day so this shall be all. I'll update again another time.
 SkylightRose152004 · Sat Dec 11, 2004 @ 02:44am · 0 Comments |
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