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Please, let me be the first to say - I will never judge, or even misjudge someone or something without ever fully knowing them or examining them with my own eyes. Let me tell you how many times I have encountered someone telling me something about someone, when it's not even right. The human race disgusts me. I'm moving to Paris, that's it. Anyways, I've been feeling a bit inspired. I'm starting my 365 photography project tomorrow, really can't wait. Heather got my letter today, wasn't expecting it to come today. She loved it, I'm happy. I've been reading Leaves Of Grass every night, amazing. I may just blurb a bit here; and write a little story-poem type thing. Blah. It's not going to be too good, I haven't wrote in a long time. So here it goes ..
...Beginning: I don't know where to start, I don't know where to go or anything really. I walked into the Bookstore like I do every first day of each month, and there he is I saw him for the first time in months, he looked so delightful his eye's were the bluest shade of grey I had ever seen, even bluer than I could ever remember. I had told myself time and time again that I would go up to him and not pansy-out.. but then I remembered... I'd have no chance and his girlfriend would find out. His camera at his side, his pen and notebook, and his book of Lunch Poems. My heart was thumping, thumping, thumping. I was reciting sayings in my head of how I would introduce myself..I couldn't.. I could not find anything in myself to just.. do it. How pathetic, I thought. He's probably waiting for me, well more like her. I was so fixated, I wanted to know more, I wanted to keep following him in every other aisle hoping he'd drop a book or something.. and that would be my que... suddenly I hear someone walking behind me "no it can't be" I say to myself.. "I noticed you were walking the other way, I saw you out of the corner of my eye", he smiled so slyly. I crushed, I stuttered, I stammered; whatever you want to call it. My knees were so wobbly, I think that was the worst part. If only I could wake up each day feeling the same, as I did that morning. I was so mesmerized by the fact that he was talking to me.. he saw me! We talked, we chatted, we told each other we'd like to get to know more about ourselves. Best part is, we finished each-others sentences, and giggled at the same little remarks and mistakes. I haven't felt this good in so long. End.
That was so bad, whatever. It feels good writing again, like legit writing. Anyways, where had I left off on my rant? I'm almost done with summer school, this whole NJVHS crap is the easiest thing I've ever taken. My midterm is on Wednesday, wish me luck. Haha. Nah, fish. After all this is done, I think I'm going to feel much better, and not have to worry about stupid teachers who preach during class. Asshole. I loathe days like today, when all you do is sit around and do nothing and wait until it's time for you to leave the house and do something good with yourself for once. Like I said up above, I'm starting my 365 project, it's going to be so legit I really can't wait. I'm trying to find a cheap keyboard, for like 300 dollars max so I can learn and sing. It's going to be wonderful. I need to go to the Bookstore so very badly, I'm going to be able to speak fluent French by the time the summer is over.. hold me on that one. I promise. Anyways, I have to peace. Take care.
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