The original title of this was mostly because of my teenage love for Jack's Mannequin's first album. And in a way, I guess I'd like to think my life really is a story for someone out there. I suppose it gives some meaning to all of the nothing.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
just right.
hmmkimlysthinkin: i have my first behind the wheel this week..
anvoanvoanvoanvo: excited?
hmmkimlysthinkin: nervous.
hmmkimlysthinkin: it'll calm me down before sats hopefully
anvoanvoanvoanvo: oh well thats good
anvoanvoanvoanvo: just remember that driving can be fun
anvoanvoanvoanvo: and that people have a good chance of surviving if you do hit them
hmmkimlysthinkin: hhahaha
hmmkimlysthinkin: thanks so much
anvoanvoanvoanvo: np ma'am
have you ever known someone who always seemed to know just the right things to say? whenever you were sad. or hurt. or happy. or confused. or angry. or stressed. hang on to those people. they're rare. and worth a million "friends" who are there just to hang out and have fun.
anvoanvoanvoanvo: excited?
hmmkimlysthinkin: nervous.
hmmkimlysthinkin: it'll calm me down before sats hopefully
anvoanvoanvoanvo: oh well thats good
anvoanvoanvoanvo: just remember that driving can be fun
anvoanvoanvoanvo: and that people have a good chance of surviving if you do hit them
hmmkimlysthinkin: hhahaha
hmmkimlysthinkin: thanks so much
anvoanvoanvoanvo: np ma'am
have you ever known someone who always seemed to know just the right things to say? whenever you were sad. or hurt. or happy. or confused. or angry. or stressed. hang on to those people. they're rare. and worth a million "friends" who are there just to hang out and have fun.
Monday, September 29, 2008
Whatif
Whatif by Shel Silverstein
Last night, while I lay thinking here,
some Whatifs crawled inside my ear
and pranced and partied all night long
and sang their same old Whatif song:
Whatif I'm dumb in school?
Whatif they've closed the swimming pool?
Whatif I get beat up?
Whatif there's poison in my cup?
Whatif I start to cry?
Whatif I get sick and die?
Whatif I flunk that test?
Whatif green hair grows on my chest?
Whatif nobody likes me?
Whatif a bolt of lightning strikes me?
Whatif I don't grow tall?
Whatif my head starts getting smaller?
Whatif the fish won't bite?
Whatif the wind tears up my kite?
Whatif they start a war?
Whatif my parents get divorced?
Whatif the bus is late?
Whatif my teeth don't grow in straight?
Whatif I tear my pants?
Whatif I never learn to dance?
Everything seems well, and then
the nighttime Whatifs strike again!
some Whatifs crawled inside my ear
and pranced and partied all night long
and sang their same old Whatif song:
Whatif I'm dumb in school?
Whatif they've closed the swimming pool?
Whatif I get beat up?
Whatif there's poison in my cup?
Whatif I start to cry?
Whatif I get sick and die?
Whatif I flunk that test?
Whatif green hair grows on my chest?
Whatif nobody likes me?
Whatif a bolt of lightning strikes me?
Whatif I don't grow tall?
Whatif my head starts getting smaller?
Whatif the fish won't bite?
Whatif the wind tears up my kite?
Whatif they start a war?
Whatif my parents get divorced?
Whatif the bus is late?
Whatif my teeth don't grow in straight?
Whatif I tear my pants?
Whatif I never learn to dance?
Everything seems well, and then
the nighttime Whatifs strike again!
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Monday, September 15, 2008
Saturday, September 06, 2008
better than that.
i'm tired of letting people's words get the better of me.
i know i've learned.
some people's words just aren't worth the hurt.
i'm better than that.
i know i'm better than that.
but sometimes... i feel that i'm not.
and i let them take some form of control over me.
to let me, for a moment, think that i'm a screw up.
to let me question myself. and my abilities.
i'm better than that.
i know i'm better than that.
i'm good at what i do.
i just tend to forget this sometimes...
i know i've learned.
some people's words just aren't worth the hurt.
i'm better than that.
i know i'm better than that.
but sometimes... i feel that i'm not.
and i let them take some form of control over me.
to let me, for a moment, think that i'm a screw up.
to let me question myself. and my abilities.
i'm better than that.
i know i'm better than that.
i'm good at what i do.
i just tend to forget this sometimes...
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