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“Oh, boo-hoo.” I know you’re thinking it.

Saturday, June 5th, 2010

Not anything all too exciting has happened in the past week of no updating. This week is my last week of school and exams start Tuesday, which means my requirement to be in school for the full time is no longer there as I can leave whenever I don’t need to do an exam. Which is nice.

Tomorrow is graduation and we play at it for the band. It’s funny, because this time last year, on TWD, I made a post on what happened at graduation, and I remember someone commenting and congratulating me for graduating. They missed my explanation that I was there for band, haha. And this year I’m going to be there to say goodbye to a few friends as well. Goodbyes are depressing and it makes me extremely upset to just think that this time next year I’m going to be saying a lot more goodbyes. I mention to my stand partner at school how depressing that is going to be and he insists Skype is going to solve it for him. I have a Skype, yes. But I’m going to miss simply seeing my classmates, even the ones I don’t talk to — which is not something I am going to be able to solve in any way shape or form.

Today I started a story, and two hours later it died. I wrote the first chapter and had part of the prologue done when it occurred to me that it wasn’t going anywhere at all. I also despise the female “lead” because she’s so weak and it was just. A mess. Just –

Haha. “Every Breath You Take” by the Police just came on Pandora. This song is, I swear to God, the stalker song of America. One day my mom and I went to Pick’N'Save (and because I discovered that they’re only in the Midwest or something, that’s a grocery store) at like eleven at night and the cashiers were belting this song out. It was hilarious. And now I miss my mom.

– yeah. So I decided to scrap it. It would have happened anyway.

I really want to learn how to speak Italian. But the college I am hoping to go to does not have foreign languages. So I guess I’m going to have to see if there’s some online class or something, or maybe look into Rosetta Stone.

1. If you could learn any language, what would it be?
2. Are there any songs that just make you laugh?
3. How are you? :D

The Phonecall

Wednesday, February 3rd, 2010

Shadows danced on the far wall, withering and shifting in rhythmic patterns. On the bed, a young lady lay atop the flowered covers, her eyes dark and glassy from the light of the moon shining through the window. Her lips parted as a sigh escaped in a breath, her eyes snapping up to the clock on her bedside table.

11:59 p.m.

She slid her hands under her pillow and rolled onto her stomach. She had been in bed since 9:00p.m., but had yet to actually fall asleep. Three hours of watching the games that occurred on her walls, thinking, dreaming, wishing… and she was still here, still lying awake in her bed.

Alone.

“You beautiful girl… I love you more than anything. You hear me? More than anything in the entire world,” she heard him whisper. Closing her eyes against the thoughts, she stifled a whimper. To want something so bad, to be willing to give up everything for it, it hurt. It hurt, when one knew that it would not be appreciated, was not appreciated.

“I love you, too,” she whispered, and behind her closed lids, she saw him smile and take her in his arms.

Just then her phone went off, blasting the lyrics and rhythm of her favorite song into the otherwise quiet night. Panicking, she hit silent before the rest of her family was woken up, then looked at the clock again.

1:06a.m.

Who would be calling her so early?

She looked at her silenced phone again, and read the name.

Uninvited.

Wednesday, December 30th, 2009

In the dark recesses he stands,
Coated in the shadows.
Sometimes he speaks,
Demanding.
Usually he waits,
A silent figure.
But always he invades,
An unwelcome presence,
Digging through my memories,
Reordering my priorities,
Changing my intentions.
Uninvited.