You could hear it coming, the sound of the rain drops hitting the ground.
As it came closer and closer it seemed to get harder and harder.
Now hitting the roof of your house it sounded like little pebbles falling from the sky.
The rain was so thick and heavy it seemed to be raining cats and dogs.
With each drop you could almost hear the sound those animals make.
About Me
- Kit
- Hi the name is Georgie, but just call me Kit everyone else does. I am 21 and living large. ^_^ I am in college to become a vet tech, why you ask because i love animals. That is prolly the reason why most people become one. I have a zoo at my house, i have four cats, two dogs, three rabbits, fish, and an Iguana. My cat (Squeeker) is with me here at college. I was born in Italy, but raised in a small town called Afton (yeah i am sure most never heard of it). Hmmm...what else can i say, well i can be shy but once you get to know me i can be pretty cool. At least i think i am can be. hee
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Simply Me
The question is what have I learn from taking this class? Or even was I able to broaden my horizon on things that I have already known. I would say to this is not really.
I did learn a new writing style that I liked, but I have written that way before but I was never given the proper name for it. A lot of what was talked about was things that I have written, but never cared to finish some of my stories. One of the things we were to write was to have a flashback at some point in it. I have stories with this in it and I thought that was easy and went right to it. I even helped my old roommate start her paper for English because it had to start out as a flashback. So, I have been writing these kinds of things for a long time, which is probably why I took the class.
I think the only thing that I would need to work on is being more open in class and getting in one some of the things we discussed in class. Though to me, that kind of thing is not really needed to become a good writer. Yeah people might want you to take about the book or story you have written, but you do not have to be so perfect on it and go off knowing exactly what you are going to say. You can be a good writer and you may never get on TV or have a best seller, but that does not mean you are not a good writer.
One thing that I did not learn anything from was doing the work shopping. It might have helped in some way, but a lot of people wrote the same way as others. A lot of people did poems and most did them with a rhyming theme, which after a few of them just made it boring and I really did not pay attention. I did all the work to it and wrote my opinion on things. Some people, and I was one of them, did not want to change their piece. I believe they just wanted to know what people thought of it.
So with this being my self assessment, I would say I did okay in the class. There were a few things I could work on, but overall I enjoyed this class a lot.
I did learn a new writing style that I liked, but I have written that way before but I was never given the proper name for it. A lot of what was talked about was things that I have written, but never cared to finish some of my stories. One of the things we were to write was to have a flashback at some point in it. I have stories with this in it and I thought that was easy and went right to it. I even helped my old roommate start her paper for English because it had to start out as a flashback. So, I have been writing these kinds of things for a long time, which is probably why I took the class.
I think the only thing that I would need to work on is being more open in class and getting in one some of the things we discussed in class. Though to me, that kind of thing is not really needed to become a good writer. Yeah people might want you to take about the book or story you have written, but you do not have to be so perfect on it and go off knowing exactly what you are going to say. You can be a good writer and you may never get on TV or have a best seller, but that does not mean you are not a good writer.
One thing that I did not learn anything from was doing the work shopping. It might have helped in some way, but a lot of people wrote the same way as others. A lot of people did poems and most did them with a rhyming theme, which after a few of them just made it boring and I really did not pay attention. I did all the work to it and wrote my opinion on things. Some people, and I was one of them, did not want to change their piece. I believe they just wanted to know what people thought of it.
So with this being my self assessment, I would say I did okay in the class. There were a few things I could work on, but overall I enjoyed this class a lot.
A New Piece of Art
‘Crash!’ a load noise went across the whole building. Turning around you can see tons of people surrounding these two cars. One of them is laying on it side while the other one is, well, in the air stuck between the car on its side and the ceiling of the building. Everyone is talking, “Oh my god, what happened, how did this happen, is anyone hurt or dead, are they okay?” But just standing there you look at it closer and to you it could be a really bad crash; though then again it is a piece of art that these cars have formed. Might not look like that to the owners of the cars, but it is kind of cool looking. How the car is suspended in air because it is squeezed so tight between the other car and the ceiling. You can see someone putting those red ropes around the cars, so people do not go near the new piece of art.
In Pain...
Scared, hurt, worried… that is all I have been feeling these days. Life feels like it is slipping away and might never come back. This is how I feel now that Dan is getting ready for Iraq. Just thinking talking about it hurts so much. I am in pain because of it, what can I do, but just sit here crying because I can't talk to him when I want to. I feel useless like I am nothing. I love him so much it hurts just not even being able to hear his voice for just like two minutes. Wow I sound so pathetic... I am pathetic cause all I can do right now is cry and cry some more.
This is something that i wrote about six months ago.
This is something that i wrote about six months ago.
WTF
Wow. The way I feel right now hurts. I don't know y but I feel like shit and with all the shit that has happened or that is happening is just making it worse. People say shit and you get worried, they say that you don't want to know or it is nothing, and then they say it is about you. WTF you don't do that it just makes you worry even more. Then what they say is stupid or they made you worry for no reason. So you got all worked up for no reason but you are still worried like they just said that and don't really tell you the reason. Plus you are worried and stressed about other things at the same time so… you don't know what to do but just sit there and listen to it or read it. Sometimes you even feels like things aren't worth doing anymore or trying to do. I just sit here wondering is all this really worth it is the end, trying to be happy and hind everything that happens.
My Little Play
He opens the door to an old shop. The walls are lined with M4s, and right in the middle of the shop you can see a few bazookas and missiles.
He walks over to one of the missiles and starts messing with it, looking over his shoulder every ten seconds.
After a few minutes he finally walks over to the store clerk.
“Hey Ryman, how are you doing today?”
“I am good, how about you?”
“I am doing pretty well. The weather is pretty hot, no?”
“Yeah is it just a little!” “So, what are you up to?”
“I was just checking out a few of the missiles, are these ones new?”
“Why yes they are. They go faster and further than the others, and the explosions are much bigger.”
“Well! Do you have one of those for the bedroom?”
*laughing*
“Um no, Sorry guess if you want something like that, you would have to check the store down the road.” *laugh*
“So anyways, I would like this one. What type is it?”
“This is a ‘Big Bang Boom’ missile. It can travel five thousand feet and clear an area the size of a football field.”
“Oh, sounds nice how much would you say it would be?”
“Ah… it runs around five hundred thousand dollars.”
“Hmm… very nice, hey Ryman can you do something for me?”
“Maybe, depending on what it might be.”
“Well you see this missile is new a beacon for a US Army strike.”
“Um ok, what would you like me to do about it?”
“Since you are going to lose everything you hold dear, I was just letting you know ahead of time.” “Also if you wanted to get out of here and time you could grab a few things now and head out.” “Cause right now I would say you get ten minutes to do so.”
“Okay, thanks.” *runs for the back room grabs a bag and a few other things, and runs out the door*
He walks over to one of the missiles and starts messing with it, looking over his shoulder every ten seconds.
After a few minutes he finally walks over to the store clerk.
“Hey Ryman, how are you doing today?”
“I am good, how about you?”
“I am doing pretty well. The weather is pretty hot, no?”
“Yeah is it just a little!” “So, what are you up to?”
“I was just checking out a few of the missiles, are these ones new?”
“Why yes they are. They go faster and further than the others, and the explosions are much bigger.”
“Well! Do you have one of those for the bedroom?”
*laughing*
“Um no, Sorry guess if you want something like that, you would have to check the store down the road.” *laugh*
“So anyways, I would like this one. What type is it?”
“This is a ‘Big Bang Boom’ missile. It can travel five thousand feet and clear an area the size of a football field.”
“Oh, sounds nice how much would you say it would be?”
“Ah… it runs around five hundred thousand dollars.”
“Hmm… very nice, hey Ryman can you do something for me?”
“Maybe, depending on what it might be.”
“Well you see this missile is new a beacon for a US Army strike.”
“Um ok, what would you like me to do about it?”
“Since you are going to lose everything you hold dear, I was just letting you know ahead of time.” “Also if you wanted to get out of here and time you could grab a few things now and head out.” “Cause right now I would say you get ten minutes to do so.”
“Okay, thanks.” *runs for the back room grabs a bag and a few other things, and runs out the door*
Mornings
I hate mornings
The bright sun always finds a way though my curtains.
With that little bit of light,
The light seems to make the room so bright,
I can not sleep another minute.
When I finally get up and get out of bed,
I am in a haze.
If someone is trying to talk to me,
I just look at them and walk away.
If they asked why this is what I would tell them,
I am not an early bird I do not like the morning,
So if you want me to do something,
Wait a few hours then ask me.
I hate the mornings.
The bright sun always finds a way though my curtains.
With that little bit of light,
The light seems to make the room so bright,
I can not sleep another minute.
When I finally get up and get out of bed,
I am in a haze.
If someone is trying to talk to me,
I just look at them and walk away.
If they asked why this is what I would tell them,
I am not an early bird I do not like the morning,
So if you want me to do something,
Wait a few hours then ask me.
I hate the mornings.
A Stromy Night
On a dark and stormy night,
the wind was howling.
It was James becoming a werewolf.
He hated these nights,
like a boat.
Flawing to its own beat as the thunder roars.
The rain is so cold! The nights so dark.
Thunder and lighting,
lighting strikes the house.
Breeze drifting, trees swaying and thunder sounds,
lighting lights up the sky,
and hits a house and everyone dies.
What a stormy night...
Storms are a pain,
the thunder is so loud,
lighting flashes through the dark.
the wind was howling.
It was James becoming a werewolf.
He hated these nights,
like a boat.
Flawing to its own beat as the thunder roars.
The rain is so cold! The nights so dark.
Thunder and lighting,
lighting strikes the house.
Breeze drifting, trees swaying and thunder sounds,
lighting lights up the sky,
and hits a house and everyone dies.
What a stormy night...
Storms are a pain,
the thunder is so loud,
lighting flashes through the dark.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Practical
Today i have a lab practical for Vet Nursing. I don't think it is going to be that hard, but you never know. We are to be asked two questions, which can be very easy or very hard, and i hope that i at least get one easy one so i won't be horrible when i take it. I have study but most of it is trying to remember how to do curtain things, or what somethings are used for. Well i guess just wish me luck and hopefully i will do just fine.
Horse Club
Wow talk about stupid shit that goes on in this club. Yesterday one of the members wanted to impeach our president and well it happened and we have a new one. But now after it happened we have someone say that our new one threaten them to impeach the old one. I think that is messed up but they didn't have any prof of that happening, so nothing could have been done. Wow isnt this a great club lol
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Quiet Emotions
I always wanted more from you
than you were willing to give;
So now we've gone our separate way
seach with different lives to live.
The bond will always be there
the friendship always intact;
But the time for us has come and gone
and the pages of time, you can't turn back.
I will always be a friend to you
and wonder how you are;
The smiles and laughter I will remember
and our fights have become painless scars.
Sometimes on those busy days
when you've a thousand things to do;
Please let me glide slowly through your mind
and spend some time with you.
In that quiet moment
when you're surprised to find me there;
Just remember even with the distance between us
I am still someone who cares.
by Judy Burnette
than you were willing to give;
So now we've gone our separate way
seach with different lives to live.
The bond will always be there
the friendship always intact;
But the time for us has come and gone
and the pages of time, you can't turn back.
I will always be a friend to you
and wonder how you are;
The smiles and laughter I will remember
and our fights have become painless scars.
Sometimes on those busy days
when you've a thousand things to do;
Please let me glide slowly through your mind
and spend some time with you.
In that quiet moment
when you're surprised to find me there;
Just remember even with the distance between us
I am still someone who cares.
by Judy Burnette
Dance Upon The Wind
I wasn't looking for it, but some how it came, and found me.
Before I had a chance to react, it wrapped it's warmth around me.
Like a thief in the night, it has come and gone.
I have nothing, but that vision to reflect upon.
Until chance comes again, I'll let my thoughts dance upon the wind.
All day long, in my mind, I walk love's lonely street.
Like a tired man that longs to sit, but just can't find a seat.
Then, there it was again, up ahead, to light my way.
Only to vanish once more, just like all my yesterdays.
Until chance comes again, I'll let my thoughts dance upon the wind.
I don't know where I'm going, and where I've been isn't much to speak of.
I just know my heart is always showing, leading me to some far off love.
Just when I give up the fight.
Here it comes to make the bad things good, and the wrong things right.
Only to leave me lost and lonely again.
Drifting away as my thoughts dance upon the wind.
It has a name, I think they call it friend.
by Intimate Knight
Before I had a chance to react, it wrapped it's warmth around me.
Like a thief in the night, it has come and gone.
I have nothing, but that vision to reflect upon.
Until chance comes again, I'll let my thoughts dance upon the wind.
All day long, in my mind, I walk love's lonely street.
Like a tired man that longs to sit, but just can't find a seat.
Then, there it was again, up ahead, to light my way.
Only to vanish once more, just like all my yesterdays.
Until chance comes again, I'll let my thoughts dance upon the wind.
I don't know where I'm going, and where I've been isn't much to speak of.
I just know my heart is always showing, leading me to some far off love.
Just when I give up the fight.
Here it comes to make the bad things good, and the wrong things right.
Only to leave me lost and lonely again.
Drifting away as my thoughts dance upon the wind.
It has a name, I think they call it friend.
by Intimate Knight
Becky's new kitten
Peanut is the new kitten at our apartment he is a long haired orange tiger. He is the cutest thing ever. He likes to attack his blanket like it was alive. I have a video of him it is so cute. ^_^ But the funny thing is that everyone says it is a girl but i mean if you look it have a lot there so it has to be a boy. But he is soo cute. Plus Becky final got her Peanut.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Thanksgiving
Next week is thanksgiving and i just found out that my Uncle Jim and his family are coming up which is kool. Dan is also coming down yay which makes me very happy. But on thanksgiving day we are going to have a full house. We have my family and that is 4 of us, you have My Aunt's which is 3, my Uncle has 4, Dan, My Uncle Matt and his girlfriend (that is if they show up on time), and we might have my dad's brother and his family and that is 5 more. So in total we might have 19 people show up which would be the biggest group we ever had, and if not we will surely have 12 people. 12 people is still a lot of mouths to feed lol.
Wow
Wow yea i was just going tho my myspace and found out that one of my old firends just joined the army. O_o this is news to me and she never seemed like the type but time does change and people do too. So i just want to say good luck Jenn.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Hospital visit
Last weekend i had to go to the hospital. I had really bad stomach pains and i didn't know why. I couldn't sleep either, i took something and i was able to sleep like for a half an hour but after that it was so bad i couldn't even lay down. When i finally went to the hospital it was like 4am and they did some blood work and stuff and they said a few things it could be, but nothing was really standing out. So, now i am on medication and if it happens again i have to go back. What fun that will be. So that was my great weekend and i hope to never go though that again.
New Place
Well i have finally got off campus YAY!!! and the new place where i am is great and my landlord is awesome. It isn't a very big place but it is just perfect for my first apt. I have a roommate which is my friend Becky and we have our cats too. ^_^ They are so cute when they play together, and just this morning they got into everything. They run around like a chicken with its head cut off. Plus at 4am my cat Squeeker woke my up just so i could pet him and he wouldn't leave me alone. He would rub his face into yours and bite my hand, i was glad my feet were covered otherwise he would bite those too. But anywho the apt. is great we don't really have everything for it yet i have to go home to get our couch and then we will pretty much have everything.
Friday, October 17, 2008
A Gloomy Sunday
Gloomy Sunday
setting itself against
death making it look retarded.
'Yes, I totally agree.'
Why does it rain so much?
It seems to go on and never stop.
Rain sucks! Why can't it be snow!
With snow you can at least make things in it.
Snow is worse, then we have to bundle all up.
So, then you can wear your new velcro boots.
But what if you don't have velcro boots?
Then run room, run home and grab a gun.
Yeah and shoot yourself with it.
Or shoot my neighboor's dog for barking too much.
Rain drops keep hitting my head
does the umbella have a hole?
The wind cuts into my soul,
with the poor dead worms on the wet pavement.
look at that guy he looks like a donkey.
Eww, look at his eye
How weird his eye was,
or how ugly his face looked.
His face looked really horrible!
Like the face of Susie when she wakes up in the morning.
This is my redo of one the poems the class came up with.
setting itself against
death making it look retarded.
'Yes, I totally agree.'
Why does it rain so much?
It seems to go on and never stop.
Rain sucks! Why can't it be snow!
With snow you can at least make things in it.
Snow is worse, then we have to bundle all up.
So, then you can wear your new velcro boots.
But what if you don't have velcro boots?
Then run room, run home and grab a gun.
Yeah and shoot yourself with it.
Or shoot my neighboor's dog for barking too much.
Rain drops keep hitting my head
does the umbella have a hole?
The wind cuts into my soul,
with the poor dead worms on the wet pavement.
look at that guy he looks like a donkey.
Eww, look at his eye
How weird his eye was,
or how ugly his face looked.
His face looked really horrible!
Like the face of Susie when she wakes up in the morning.
This is my redo of one the poems the class came up with.
Grandma
Thank you for the gift of love,
now you're sharing it up above.
You had many things to say.
All in a caring way.
You always saw good in everyone,
No matter what they've done.
You were always the one we could all lean on.
Even though it must have felt like a ton.
You were always the strength of the family.
Now we must let you rest calmly.
As we say goodbye,
as tears roll down our eyes.
I know your place in heaven has a good view.
Because you're telling God,
I need to keep an eye on a few.
I know you will always be in our hearts and mind.
So Grandma,
I must go, but I'll never forget you're one of a kind.
by Augustine Perez
I found this to have great meaning because I just lost my grandmother this summer.
now you're sharing it up above.
You had many things to say.
All in a caring way.
You always saw good in everyone,
No matter what they've done.
You were always the one we could all lean on.
Even though it must have felt like a ton.
You were always the strength of the family.
Now we must let you rest calmly.
As we say goodbye,
as tears roll down our eyes.
I know your place in heaven has a good view.
Because you're telling God,
I need to keep an eye on a few.
I know you will always be in our hearts and mind.
So Grandma,
I must go, but I'll never forget you're one of a kind.
by Augustine Perez
I found this to have great meaning because I just lost my grandmother this summer.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
The Scene of the Fire
At first light the chequered autumn dawn
hesitates, a change, an unexpected void;
the leaves of the lime tree hang like rags,
walls still smoking, a homestead destroyed.
Kids arrive shouting from God knows where
clambering all over, looting, running wild.
But they fall quiet when the son appears,
equips himself with a long forked stick to wield
and poking among the still glowing timbers
fishes out a blackened and battered kettle
that, turning to them, he holds high in the air
as though to prove all existence is brittle
and to bring to their mind the loss of things,
how overnight the everyday, familiar to hand
becomes more fantastic than the death of kings.
And he was else. As if from a distant land.
by Alan Tucker
hesitates, a change, an unexpected void;
the leaves of the lime tree hang like rags,
walls still smoking, a homestead destroyed.
Kids arrive shouting from God knows where
clambering all over, looting, running wild.
But they fall quiet when the son appears,
equips himself with a long forked stick to wield
and poking among the still glowing timbers
fishes out a blackened and battered kettle
that, turning to them, he holds high in the air
as though to prove all existence is brittle
and to bring to their mind the loss of things,
how overnight the everyday, familiar to hand
becomes more fantastic than the death of kings.
And he was else. As if from a distant land.
by Alan Tucker
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Chlidren at Suny Canton
WOW i am going to tell you something there are children at Suny Canton. Not the really small ones that run around oh no... we have ones that are our age and can't seem to handle that everything doesn't go their way. So, what do they do... well they throw a fit, throwing things and swearing and thinking that everything will be better and be normal after those things happened. But let me tell you this, it doesn't and they are hit with the harsh truth that they lost one of there goods friends.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Saying Goodbye
I hate saying goodbye. Even if it is only for the week I hate saying goodbye. Yea I will see you next weekend but just for the week I miss you. I miss the things we do and the way we have fun together. We laugh and do stupid shit that is really weird. People would think we hated each other for the way we beat each other up. I call you an idiot but I love you so much. I call you a loser but you just tickle me and make me laugh. You are my best friend and I can’t wait until the next weekend when we are together again.
Monday, September 15, 2008
Trapped in a Dream
An endless nightmare, where everyday is the same.
A daily routine with no purpose.
Like a brainless creature walking the earth.
So, we dream…
We dream of something great
Being rich, having romance, or even adventurer.
To fly to Neverland, to never grow old
To fall in love with "The One"
Winning the lottery, winning those millions.
So, we dream…
Trapped in a dream of hope
An endless nightmare, where the dream may never happen.
A daily routine with no purpose.
Like a brainless creature walking the earth.
So, we dream…
We dream of something great
Being rich, having romance, or even adventurer.
To fly to Neverland, to never grow old
To fall in love with "The One"
Winning the lottery, winning those millions.
So, we dream…
Trapped in a dream of hope
An endless nightmare, where the dream may never happen.
People Are Stupid
The name is Kit and I find people stupid. I really don't know why but I do. I find them to be annoying and some just need to learn how to shut there mouth. But I do find some to be interesting and they can be fun. lol I am making people sound like an object or thing. Through I am a person myself I find myself to be annoying and stupid at times as well. But I usually am being stupid to make others laugh or pick on them b/c it amuses me. And so if I could I would only have a few people in my life so I don't have to deal with other peoples shit. This could also by y I am becoming a Vet Tech, so I really don't have to deal with people so much. I love animals and they don't drive me nuts or piss me off. They are just being themselves they don't care what u think of them, all they care is that u love them and feed them. Some days I rather just be with my animals then have to deal with stupid people.
To Those Who Care
Do you like me?
No, for real do you?
Am I your friend?
Or am I just someone else to talk about.
What is a friend?
Is it someone who cares?
Someone who never hurts you,
Never talks behind your back?
Who knows anymore…?
You try to be yourself,
But do they really like the real you?
You feel like you are nothing.
You try to trust again,
But you feel alone never to really open up.
You think of them as good friends,
Great friends, BEST friends.
But they seem to hate you more and more.
What do you want from me?
Do you want me to die?
Disappear?
Then, beat me; give me bruises.
Make me feel low, so low I am nothing but the dirt you're stand on.
Will that make you like me for me?
No?
Call me names; tell me I am stupid,
Dumb, a dork, an idiot, even a bitch.
Tell me to leave, hate me, and say you're not my friend.
All I ask is if you don't want to be friends...
.........
Kill me with your hands, you make me disappear.
So when I am gone...
I finally know how you really feel.
No, for real do you?
Am I your friend?
Or am I just someone else to talk about.
What is a friend?
Is it someone who cares?
Someone who never hurts you,
Never talks behind your back?
Who knows anymore…?
You try to be yourself,
But do they really like the real you?
You feel like you are nothing.
You try to trust again,
But you feel alone never to really open up.
You think of them as good friends,
Great friends, BEST friends.
But they seem to hate you more and more.
What do you want from me?
Do you want me to die?
Disappear?
Then, beat me; give me bruises.
Make me feel low, so low I am nothing but the dirt you're stand on.
Will that make you like me for me?
No?
Call me names; tell me I am stupid,
Dumb, a dork, an idiot, even a bitch.
Tell me to leave, hate me, and say you're not my friend.
All I ask is if you don't want to be friends...
.........
Kill me with your hands, you make me disappear.
So when I am gone...
I finally know how you really feel.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
In Your Eyes
Seemed to stop my breath
My head on your chest
Waiting to cave in
From the bottom of my...
Hear your voice again
Could we dim the sun
And wonder where we've been
Maybe you and me
So kiss me like you did
My heart stopped beating
Such a softer sin
(I'm melting, I'm melting)
In your eyes
I lost my place
Could stay a while
And I'm melting
In your eyes
Like my first time
That I caught fire
Just stay with me
Lay with me
Now
Never caught my breath
Every second I'm without you I'm a mess
Ever know each other
Trust these words are stones why cuts aren't healing
Learning how to love
I'm melting (I'm melting)
In your eyes
I lost my place
Could stay a while
And I'm melting
In your eyes
Like my first time
That I caught fire
Just stay with me
Lay with me
(Stay with me lay with me now)
You could stay and watch me fall
And of course
I'll ask for help
Just stay with me now
Take my hand
We could take our heads off
stay in bed just make love that's all
Just stay with me now
I'm melting (I'm melting)
In your eyes
I lost my place
Could stay a while
and I'm melting
In your eyes
Like my first time
That I caught fire
Just stay with me
Lay with me
In your eyes
I lost my place
Could stay a while
and I'm melting
In your eyes
Like my first time
That I caught fire
Just stay with me lay with me
(Stay with me, lay with me)
In your eyes
Let's sleep till the sun burns out
I'm melting in your eyes
(I'm melting in your eyes)
Let's sleep till the sun burns out
I'm melting in your eyes
"I Caught Fire," by the USED. This song my boyfriend sang to me and since then, it has pretty much been "our song." I thought it was the funny thing though when he sung it to me, but that is just the way I am, I guess. (I laughed at him when he did it and called him an idiot).
My head on your chest
Waiting to cave in
From the bottom of my...
Hear your voice again
Could we dim the sun
And wonder where we've been
Maybe you and me
So kiss me like you did
My heart stopped beating
Such a softer sin
(I'm melting, I'm melting)
In your eyes
I lost my place
Could stay a while
And I'm melting
In your eyes
Like my first time
That I caught fire
Just stay with me
Lay with me
Now
Never caught my breath
Every second I'm without you I'm a mess
Ever know each other
Trust these words are stones why cuts aren't healing
Learning how to love
I'm melting (I'm melting)
In your eyes
I lost my place
Could stay a while
And I'm melting
In your eyes
Like my first time
That I caught fire
Just stay with me
Lay with me
(Stay with me lay with me now)
You could stay and watch me fall
And of course
I'll ask for help
Just stay with me now
Take my hand
We could take our heads off
stay in bed just make love that's all
Just stay with me now
I'm melting (I'm melting)
In your eyes
I lost my place
Could stay a while
and I'm melting
In your eyes
Like my first time
That I caught fire
Just stay with me
Lay with me
In your eyes
I lost my place
Could stay a while
and I'm melting
In your eyes
Like my first time
That I caught fire
Just stay with me lay with me
(Stay with me, lay with me)
In your eyes
Let's sleep till the sun burns out
I'm melting in your eyes
(I'm melting in your eyes)
Let's sleep till the sun burns out
I'm melting in your eyes
"I Caught Fire," by the USED. This song my boyfriend sang to me and since then, it has pretty much been "our song." I thought it was the funny thing though when he sung it to me, but that is just the way I am, I guess. (I laughed at him when he did it and called him an idiot).
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Piece of my House
The beds in the rooms look comfy and soft. Ready to take you in with their warm blankets. You lay down and just sink in to their warm embrace. Drifting into a relaxed state of mind, not sure if you're awake or asleep. You're to relaxed to care, to move, to get up, or even do anything. Lost in such a trance, hours pass by without knowing and before you knew what happen the day was gone.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Alone
Dark and cold yet warm…
They talk and laugh with you
Or are they laughing at you.
You have fun, but then you are not there
They talk and make plans but don't ask you
One asks the other and just forgets you
Your not there anymore
They make sure to inform someone else
But just leaves you there
You're not important
You're just some other person who they talk to once in a while
So do they really like you?
Or is it just a show
Would they truly care if you disappeared?
Would they show any concern?
Or just totally forget you
So let me disappear
Let them forget me
They won't care; it would make them feel better
I am just some other person
Just someone to talk to if their friend isn't around
So once they get back you can stop talking to me
So in the end I am forgotten again
Just some person to talk to
So in the end I really am…
ALONE.
They talk and laugh with you
Or are they laughing at you.
You have fun, but then you are not there
They talk and make plans but don't ask you
One asks the other and just forgets you
Your not there anymore
They make sure to inform someone else
But just leaves you there
You're not important
You're just some other person who they talk to once in a while
So do they really like you?
Or is it just a show
Would they truly care if you disappeared?
Would they show any concern?
Or just totally forget you
So let me disappear
Let them forget me
They won't care; it would make them feel better
I am just some other person
Just someone to talk to if their friend isn't around
So once they get back you can stop talking to me
So in the end I am forgotten again
Just some person to talk to
So in the end I really am…
ALONE.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Dumb Fuck Classes
I like college and the freedom that comes with it, but I sometimes hate classes. But what I really hate is that you have some teachers that do not use blackboard or angel they talk and write on the board the whole time. Talk about snore city. Everyone falls asleep in these classes, hey I know I do. You also have the teachers that talk... really... slow... and... think... you're... going to... pay attention. I mean come on, course those are the ones that are super old and need to retire. The ones that amuse me the most are the teachers that think they're funny and joke about something, or really try and make a joke out of it and you have the whole class just stare at them like "WTF." This just makes the classes even more boring. With teachers like this you can tell the ones that like what they do, or the ones ^ that don't and just bore you.
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