Newspaper again. Time to waste. I swear I will do something productive once I get this out of the way, and a few things off my chest. The other day our Newspaper supervisor Mr. McDonald got an envelope in his school mail box with my name on it. Yah, odd. So he runs into class all "this is for you....what is it???" and is peeking over my sholder ( Read more... )

I no longer have a 5th period. My day has basically been extended a full hour. Which in all honesty is just as crazy and refreshing as Go Gurt. Go Gurt is crazy and refreshing ( Read more... )

Talking about it doesn't fix me anymore. I talked and I talked and I talked about it all, and I still found myself crying on the way home. Cara held me hand over the emergency brake and she cried too. I don't feel as if I have let anything go that I haven't already released before. I know what could fix me, and its change. Not sharing, or crying, ( Read more... )

I'm listen to Mardell's screaming voice. "Shut your mouth you filthy little boy," she keeps repeating it to her crying son. Over what? His homework
"Describe the house and its surroundings, Now!" Who says that to their children?. I listen to her feet scuffle and my heart stops a moment as I hear a loud smack. It sounded like a bone cracking to be ( Read more... )

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No, I do not write as much as I used to. This place is my only outlet actually, though I do have a notebook I'm filling with screen play and movie plot ideas. I understand more personally now that creative writing is in fact fueled most often by pain. I knew that before, but not in the sense where I could put my pen to paper and not know what to ( Read more... )

Because of my grounded factor, seeing human life while confined to the space of my own hell (The yellow house off Whitney, more precisely) is impossible and/or extremely difficult. However, I did have lunch with Ryan on Monday, on my break we met at Carl's Jr. and did the eating thing. I ended up being ten-fifteen minutes late to Newspaper because ( Read more... )

( Because I do get this bored sometimes... )

I bet that every strayed thought of mine from the past 8 months has been of you. I bet every star, bridge or eye lash that I’ve wished upon was for you. And I can promise you, most everything reminds me of you these days. I want you to see what the face of my love looks like, because this is it ( Read more... )

It doesn't really feel like I went to school today. I went to first and second period, but waited during third and fourth in the gym so that I could give blood. And it wouldn't have taken so long had the fire alarms not gone off. I was very negative for the two hours we had to sit out in the football field in 39 degree weather. When I finally got ( Read more... )