In the mood for a musical
As I shiver beneath the street light, I am alone in the world. The world is a stage and with no audience to perform for. It's so easy to leave me, to forget me. Old newspapers and leaves swirl in the wind and gather at my feet. There is no sound except for the rustling trees and moaning wind. I am left with the memory of better days, days when I was younger, happier, prettier. Memory, all a distant memory. If only you could see me and the person I have become. But as I stand there, the night passes before me and the sky begins to glow. Daylight, I must wait for the sunrise. I must think of a new life. A new day is upon me. The night has once again become a distant memory too.
As I embark on this new day, I feel rejuvenated, as if I can dream the impossible dream, right the unrightable wrong, fight the unbeatable foe, run where the brave dare not go, and reach the unreachable star. That will be my quest; that is my mission, to follow that star, no matter how hopeless, no matter how far. And if I shall die, in search of that star, I will die happy knowing that with my last ounce of courage and my last breath, I still strove to reach that unreachable star and dreamt the impossible dream, for I will glady march to hell for that heavenly cuase.
Now I want to see a musical play. Cats or Man of La Mancha, anyone?
I'm so stoked
Dearest Diary,I'm really going to enjoy coming home to write in this blog so that I can let out all my thoughts and emotions. It'll be a great place to talk about fashion, entertainment, and all the drama in my life (threesomes, deceptions, backstabbing, etc.). I can let out all my anger and frustrations or share my thrills and excitement.Moving on...I was really bored yesterday and was browsing through www.thefacebook.com and thinking of random people I haven't heard of seen in ages. So like, I decided to put my elementary school friend's name in. oH mY gOd... her name came up. She was my bestest bestest friend ever in elementary school. I don't remember how we became friends though. I just know we had class together from 1st to 4th grade. She was SO smart. I wanted her brain so that I could have 2 brains because my mom said that 2 heads are better than one so I thought 2 brains would be too! I wanted to drain her intelligence into me so I could be the smartest person ever. Anyway, she left after 4th grade to go to another school because her mom thought it was a better school for her. Her older sister stayed behind though. Her sister, her, and I were in the same grade because they were only like 11 months apart. But yeah, we totally lost touch with each other.So anyway, I messaged her and was like:Hey! I was just trying to think of people that I haven't seen in a long time and thought of searching for you. How have you been? Wow, I really don't know how long it's been since I've seen you. I know I've seen you once in awhile at the park, the library, or McDonald's. I'll always remember you as being my best friend in elementary school. I hope you're doing well. Tell me what you've been up to all these years.
And she messaged me:
Wow! I'm so surprised. I can't believe we'd ever get in contact again. It's only once in a blue moon that I ever check up on this. I'm good, doing well. It's been years, maybe a bit too long. How are you doing? I remember too. :) Aw dang, I gotta go, but hold up. I'll write some more later okay?I was like so surprised how she said "dang" and "hold up." I never imagined her using those words. It's nothing bad, just surprising... you know? Like, did she turn out ghetto or something? I knew most of my elementary school friends turned out to be pregnant, addicted to sex and/or drugs, or whatever. But I don't think she turned out that way... or did she?Anyway, I have to go paint by toenails pink... I'm audi.
My first picture for my blog
I used to think this guy was cute... what was I thinking at the time???
The love of my life.
I remember this movie being really sad.
