| Well, I've decided that I'm too lazy to keep this site up xD and I don't have time for it either xD. Plus, I can confide in all my problems with Kiri ^^, and tell him all the things that I just want to BURST out without seeming like an ass :p heh ^^. So I think I'll just use this to randomly comment :). Bye everyone~ |
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| Who gets sick in the summer? *sneeze* *cough* WHY JENNY DOES =D it's amazing. Only someone as stupidly...stupid xD as me can get sick :(. But for some reason I feel pretty upbeat :p I just wish I didn't have to go back to school even if I might possibly go to Rick (YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY) but life's harsh and I'll live. Anywho, Michelle's making me lunch right now....yaaaaaaaaaaaay~
"I'm tired of cooking and cleaning for you and I NEVER GET THANKS" - Michelle
uhhh...thanks Michelle? ^.^"
- The Stupidly Smiling but Sick Girl |
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Please do not throw me away like useless debris....
Oh Ms Sunshine, what is it that you hide from me
I'd do anything for you my sweet lover, I'd become whoever you wanted me to be.
No matter how hard I try, no matter what I do, I can't capture your love, your smiles that resonate glee.
There's something amiss, there's somethin that's wrong, I can't help but feel you hide something so please tell me, I give you my plea.
But oh dear Ms Sunshine, what do I fail to see...
Is it hatred dear Ms Sunshine, oh please Ms Sunshine, do not hate me.
P.S. I actually may get into Rick! :D They called and said that as long as I go see the office in the first week and tell them I'm going to transfer and as long as they have placements, I CAN GET IN! w00t w00t! ^.^ *is so happy* They better have placements :(. Well at least it's better than "I highly doubt this" "most likely you'll have trouble getting in" "you can try in february" -.- T.T
P.P.S Yes, the poem is fruity but I sorta can imagine a picture that goes along with it so it doesn't seem THAT gay :p or maybe it really is -.- oh screw it *runs away crying* |
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| Another year at Saint Francis Xavier :) Oh goody.... |
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| Is This Supposed to be Paradise?
Alone in this sweet serenity
I hope to be alone forever more
Dreaming of my fantasies
Trapped in legend’s lore
I will never be able to escape to reality
But be stuck in hopeless dreams
Wondering when I will be set free
From a place where everything is as it is yet nothing is what it seems |
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