Rainbow trail

I think that I am going to be one of those people who looks back on highschool and knows that all i did was complain and do the bare minimum just to get by, and be alright with it. I believe when I am older and out of school, I will look back on these times and laugh because I won't know how in the world I did it. But, I'm okay with that. I want to be that person. I want to have fun. I want to have a crazy group of friends like that. I want to party on the weekends, and go crazy at prom, and be open with my friends and not have any secrets and have insane stories to tell. Too bad my "best friend" is her bf now, and the rest are not like that. Oh well, I guess.

i love the valley.

Having...
6 major things due this week
to show up in a party bus
to work on my birthday
sucks.

but it's okay
because lost comes on in 3 days
and
i have tickets to the stars show.

Heath

1979-2008

I find this story deeply tragic. The same as most others find it, but it just baffles me that this happened. I don't deal with death well. I've been around it too much and I just don't quite comprehend why things like it happen. I hope his daughter knows he loved her. I hope his family has comfort through this terrible time. I hope he was happy. I hope he is happy now, and without pain. I hope that love conquers all, even after we are all gone. Where do we go when we die? RIP.

they all knew.

I am sitting in psychology, the most pointless class of my life. I think all of this "knowledge" we learn in here is dumb, becuase none of it is "proven".

And, lately, I've been thinking
A lot about the past,
A lot about the future.
I'm unsure of a lot of things, and sometimes I'm so sure that I should do something, and make that big change, right then and there. But, I don't; and I wait; and I back down. This is the cycle.

park that car
drop that phone
sleep on the floor
dream about me

That is what I want; a water kiss, someone to sleep on the floor next to me, surprisingly. Not the fact that I want that, but to surprise me. and then, shortly before he goes, a simple note.

She lay there, fast asleep
The light coming up, barely seen
And the door was shut
But that didn't mean much
Because he was sure they knew
And the white sheet that covered everything but her back
Masked the pleasure and the regretting fact
That this had happened again, to make it the fourth
That nothing good came out of these doors
And that they all knew