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I LOVE when people befriend me for, say a couple years, come over to my house just about every day and listen to my music while I talk to them about the bands, and then go on to pretend that all my music is ACTUALLY the music THEY listen to. I love how before we were friends they listened to hoobastank and linkin park and thought they were REALLY ( Read more... )

I get these sudden streams of negative thoughts, telling me he's sitting in his room with the light off, the blue light of the television screen illuminating his face. The uncomfortable glow doesn't make him flinch, he's already been sitting there for a while, fully adjusted and unnaffected by the outside world, listening to nothing but his own ( Read more... )

We appreciate your entry, blah blah. There were many other participants in this contest as well, more blah blah. However, we regret to inform you... *shreds paper ( Read more... )

I dropped the LAST fudgesicle into the garbage while taking the wrapper off. Now I have a yoplait light and fat free "very vanilla" yogurt to dig into.

If you are EVER in a bad mood, the worst mood EVER or even just sort of TICKED, YOU MUST listen to Mr. Blue Sky by Electric Light Orchestra. I (almost) can garantee you will be happy.

for the first time ever, I read on the back of a Glade cinnamon sticks spray can (I've always prefered scents that in some way relate to the beach more than flowers or warm housy things), "keep out of reach of children and teens." I guess they've finally caught us and our excessive product abuse.

The only option I saw in my head to preventing the merciless stomping of my heart, was to make his heart equally as saturated with love for me as mine is for him. I was cute, funny, interesting, witty… I even accidentally ripped off my button-down-the-side navy blue champion sports pants while straddling him in a wrestling match, revealing my only ( Read more... )

When my grandma died 2 years ago, we got her bird. And it has about, a thousand different kinds of.. calls I guess you could say, but they're all beautiful and sound nothing alike. Everyday when I come from school and I have those glorious few minutes to myself, I boom music on my computer, and depending on what song I play the bird will sing more ( Read more... )

I wish prom would shut up.

Dream: A bunch of people in my grade are all standing in a circle around me in the birchview elementary gym yelling, "CHUG! CHUG!" and I'm holding a huge tube of colgate toothpaste. I suck down the whole thing, but a bunch gets stuck on the roof of my mouth and my tongue fights furiously with it for what feels like ( Read more... )