Sometimes I think about you when you're not around. More then I should.
Sometimes I forget who you are.
Sometimes when I am with you I never want to leave your side.
Sometimes when I am with you I feel nothing.
Sometimes I want you to talk to me.
But sometimes I wish you would leave.
Sometimes I want nothing but your eyes looking into mine,
Yet sometimes I can't wait for you to look away. So I can breathe, a little.
Monday, September 7, 2009
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Monday, August 17, 2009
Small Blessings :)
Just found an entire, freshly baked brownie on my stove top. Yumm.
Not sure who's it is though, maybe I shouldn't have any...nahh... ;)
Not sure who's it is though, maybe I shouldn't have any...nahh... ;)
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Blog worthy.
I saw the movie "Julie & Julia" the other night. It was tres fab. But it got me thinking because Julie made a blog about her year-long-cooking-goal-thingy and I thought "wow, my blog is incredibly lame."
I need a goal, something to work up to. Because I feel a bit like time is flying past me and I am wasting it. But what? Sigh.
I need a goal, something to work up to. Because I feel a bit like time is flying past me and I am wasting it. But what? Sigh.
If I had a baby...
Not that I would, because I'm much too young, but just if...
I would want it to be a boy, named:
Jacob Matthew.
Then I would want a girl, named:
Avalon Elizabeth Josephine.
And last, but not least I would want another boy, named:
Leom Oliver.
I'm not sure why, probably all the babysitting that I have been doing, but I have been thinking about children a lot. Everytime I see little kid or baby stuff (especially clothes) in stores I have crazy urges to buy them and give them too all the little kids that I know. It was funny because I told my dad the names that I had picked out this morning and he said,''Shouldn't you think about getting a mate before you think about kids?'' Oh sigh, father. I mean really, who needs men when you can have little children to care for? ;P
I would want it to be a boy, named:
Jacob Matthew.
Then I would want a girl, named:
Avalon Elizabeth Josephine.
And last, but not least I would want another boy, named:
Leom Oliver.
I'm not sure why, probably all the babysitting that I have been doing, but I have been thinking about children a lot. Everytime I see little kid or baby stuff (especially clothes) in stores I have crazy urges to buy them and give them too all the little kids that I know. It was funny because I told my dad the names that I had picked out this morning and he said,''Shouldn't you think about getting a mate before you think about kids?'' Oh sigh, father. I mean really, who needs men when you can have little children to care for? ;P
Bud.
I know this guy. Let's call him bud.
Bud is a jerk. Bud is rude, he doesn't know how to act polite, responsible or even respectful. He is older then me but he is less mature then most people I know, and that is saying something. When I say mature, I'm not just talking about humour-I love immature humour, most of the time-I am talking about his attitude towards everything. How he reacts to situations, the way he takes everything as an offense and mostly the way he pouts when the attention is on anyone but himself. Bud gets invited to a lot of parties my friends and I host whether we like or not, though it is our fault because we let him get invited or tag along. At these parties he sulks, glowers, sits alone, refuses to join in the games and starts fights with other people at the party. Sometimes he will actually leave, or go in another room because he is ...well I'm not entirley sure but he is pouting. I feel that if you are going to attend a party, either put on a happy face because this party is not about you or do not come at all if you are feeling to miserable to even smile. You are ruining the party for everyone else when you make it about yourself. I know Bud won't read this. But I feel like maybe telling him the truth, though I know he is too immature to take it well. Bud would probably call me names and never talk to me agian. Which is stupid. Argh. It really frustrates me to be put in situations with someone I don't like and have to put up with him. Even when he is being a complete asshole. Bud actually started arguing with an 11 year old one time. HOW RIDICULOUS? I mean seriously. Grow up a little, please?
Bud is a jerk. Bud is rude, he doesn't know how to act polite, responsible or even respectful. He is older then me but he is less mature then most people I know, and that is saying something. When I say mature, I'm not just talking about humour-I love immature humour, most of the time-I am talking about his attitude towards everything. How he reacts to situations, the way he takes everything as an offense and mostly the way he pouts when the attention is on anyone but himself. Bud gets invited to a lot of parties my friends and I host whether we like or not, though it is our fault because we let him get invited or tag along. At these parties he sulks, glowers, sits alone, refuses to join in the games and starts fights with other people at the party. Sometimes he will actually leave, or go in another room because he is ...well I'm not entirley sure but he is pouting. I feel that if you are going to attend a party, either put on a happy face because this party is not about you or do not come at all if you are feeling to miserable to even smile. You are ruining the party for everyone else when you make it about yourself. I know Bud won't read this. But I feel like maybe telling him the truth, though I know he is too immature to take it well. Bud would probably call me names and never talk to me agian. Which is stupid. Argh. It really frustrates me to be put in situations with someone I don't like and have to put up with him. Even when he is being a complete asshole. Bud actually started arguing with an 11 year old one time. HOW RIDICULOUS? I mean seriously. Grow up a little, please?
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