Okay, so I should be in class right now, but it's cancelled. How nice? Seeing I do have a prose reading, and I am really not into talking infront of the class, never mind act when I've never done it before. Whatever right?
So, um... My friend Rachael is accepted back into her house after her mom went psycho and kicked her out. Which is always good. I mean the coming back not the leaving.
Beside that, it's really cold, but I think I may have layered too much, and I keep sweating while freezing. Nice, huh? Or, I could be getting the cold that is going around, lord knows I always do.
JV and I had a nice long chat with Gay Brian. He moved into an apartment with his boyfriend, after being together and knowing eachother for 3 weeks. They were happy before they realized all this shit about eachother. Like Matty drinks too much, and Brian is now starting too. Matty doesn't work, therefor not bringing in any income, and making Brian work tremedous hours at the store.
This kid quit being just a manager, to be a store manager at a new store where he works like 80+ hours a week. He's only 19 and works his ass off. Poor kid.
*sigh* I want to move in with JV, but I have no money, and he wants to move by next month. I really wish I could, and maybe I can. Just let my phone shut off, and pick up maybe another job on the side to help pay for little shit like gas and butts. *sigh* what to do? what to do?
Other than that, I have nothing to write. Except I have to read this shitty story by tomorrow (Eirik the Red). It sucks. I hate reading stories it I cannot pronounce the people's names and where it is taking place.
Whatever. I don't feel like complaining anymore.
Toodles,
Megan
P.S.
I don't get many things
right the first time
in fact, I am told that a lot
now I know all the wrong turns
the stumbles and falls brought me here
and where was I before the day
that I first saw your lovely face
now I see it everyday
and I know
that I am, I am
I am the luckiest
what if I'd been born
fifty years before you
in a house
on the street where you lived
maybe I'd be outside
as you passed on your bike,
would I know?
and in a wide sea of eyes
I see one pair that I recognize
and I know
that I am, I am
I am the luckiest
I love you more than I have
ever found a way to say to you
next door there's an old man
who lived into his nineties
and one day passed away in his sleep
and his wife, she stayed
for a couple of days and passed away
I'm sorry I know that's a
strange way to tell you
that I know we belong
that I know
that I am, I am
I am the luckiest
So, um... My friend Rachael is accepted back into her house after her mom went psycho and kicked her out. Which is always good. I mean the coming back not the leaving.
Beside that, it's really cold, but I think I may have layered too much, and I keep sweating while freezing. Nice, huh? Or, I could be getting the cold that is going around, lord knows I always do.
JV and I had a nice long chat with Gay Brian. He moved into an apartment with his boyfriend, after being together and knowing eachother for 3 weeks. They were happy before they realized all this shit about eachother. Like Matty drinks too much, and Brian is now starting too. Matty doesn't work, therefor not bringing in any income, and making Brian work tremedous hours at the store.
This kid quit being just a manager, to be a store manager at a new store where he works like 80+ hours a week. He's only 19 and works his ass off. Poor kid.
*sigh* I want to move in with JV, but I have no money, and he wants to move by next month. I really wish I could, and maybe I can. Just let my phone shut off, and pick up maybe another job on the side to help pay for little shit like gas and butts. *sigh* what to do? what to do?
Other than that, I have nothing to write. Except I have to read this shitty story by tomorrow (Eirik the Red). It sucks. I hate reading stories it I cannot pronounce the people's names and where it is taking place.
Whatever. I don't feel like complaining anymore.
Toodles,
Megan
P.S.
I don't get many things
right the first time
in fact, I am told that a lot
now I know all the wrong turns
the stumbles and falls brought me here
and where was I before the day
that I first saw your lovely face
now I see it everyday
and I know
that I am, I am
I am the luckiest
what if I'd been born
fifty years before you
in a house
on the street where you lived
maybe I'd be outside
as you passed on your bike,
would I know?
and in a wide sea of eyes
I see one pair that I recognize
and I know
that I am, I am
I am the luckiest
I love you more than I have
ever found a way to say to you
next door there's an old man
who lived into his nineties
and one day passed away in his sleep
and his wife, she stayed
for a couple of days and passed away
I'm sorry I know that's a
strange way to tell you
that I know we belong
that I know
that I am, I am
I am the luckiest
pavlovsdog:
Everything is returning to normal, thanks.
vader_____:
erik the red is a good read though, good luck with the prose reading!