Last Login: 08/11/2009 9:53 am
Registered: 04/12/2007
Gender: Female
Location: Usually La Cueva Highschool
Birthday: 07/22/1993
Occupation: Public nucence
oh get over it assholes
My friend wrote this and it just makes so much SENCE!!!
"...Like the Walmart customers that burrow their heads into the cacophony of $1.00 DVDs hoping to find some overrated movie with a cheesy ending to escape the image of their own disastrous epilogue. Walking by with a friend on one arm and toungue-staining, blue-fluffed-cotton candy precariously tilting I realized what a pathetic picture we all make. I turned my head and stared at the socks.
Like walking into Albertsons and realizing that bottled water processed in ******** costs more then a bottle of pink 7-up. No wonder most of us are so fat. I decided against comparing the ice cream isle to the fruit isle today. I settled for some gum.
Like when I passed the paper up to the front of the class the other day. We had to write some ‘thoughts and feelings’ across the bottom for a good grade. All 5 people in front of me read what I wrote. Some read it three times and once aloud to the surrounding group. Is someone actually THINKING that amazing? Not that I’m surrounded by complete dumb-shits but it can’t help remind me of being mocked at 7 for writing poetry deeper than the other girls could comprehend even now. Yes, bitches, I still remember it.
Like the way I still think of all of the things they said to me in the hallways last year. It all melds together in a grating patchwork of compliments, taunts, and gossip that’s way too real for me to comprehend.
It’s like the way I go to Borders and look for a song that will tell me what to feel so I don’t have to confront myself. I stalk over to the Manga section to find a displeasing meld of Yaoi and series’ that should have ended a year ago. Discouraged by my lack of relation to any of societies’ chosen media I wander over to poetry, hoping that they might have stocked something this week containing something poetic. Such a novel thought.
It’s like writing out your soul and every thought into a piece of work and realizing that, like every other piece you’ve ever written, the people that it’s for won’t read it, comprehend it, or realize that it’s to them and them alone. It’s like the fact that they always ask when I’m in a good enough mood to not want to talk about it. Sometimes I do want to be asked, you know.
Its exactly like that."
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(no not that (yes i have a fairly good idea of where your mind whent there))
It's a game called Traian and i want to see if i can get everyone to check it out so we can play together (it's free, and it's a browser game so you don't have to worry about downloading it.)