Friday October 16, I spent the night at my best friend's house. I was already somewhat hyper when we went to 7 eleven. I told her I wanted pop, so she told me to get some. She wasn't serious, but I didn't realize it and talked to her sister about getting Mountain Dew, and we ended up with 2 liters of Mountain Dew. XD
I had half of it. XD
After our friend Amber left, Wendy and I went on her roof with her sister. By the time we went inside I had to use the facilities and so I told Wendy. She told me to run. XD
She was joking.
I don't think when I'm hyper.
So I ran.
Right
into
the sliding glass door. XD
I hit it so hard that I bounced off. rofl Wendy heard me hit and managed see my epic fall. rofl
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Mainly a record of my more interesting dreams that I was able to remember after waking up. (Apparently my uncontrollable confessions, as well. In the form of poetry. All to the same man.)
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If the boy who draws
lets you look over his shoulder.
If the poet
smiles
and shows you her words.
If the girl who sings for the shower only,
hums a song
in front of you.
Know that you’re no longer a person
but the air
and dust
that fills their lungs.
When the world perishes,
and all things cease to exist,
you’ll remain inside an ink stain,
a paint brush,
a song.
— Alaska Gold
lets you look over his shoulder.
If the poet
smiles
and shows you her words.
If the girl who sings for the shower only,
hums a song
in front of you.
Know that you’re no longer a person
but the air
and dust
that fills their lungs.
When the world perishes,
and all things cease to exist,
you’ll remain inside an ink stain,
a paint brush,
a song.
— Alaska Gold