like it or lump it.

dance with me

Put on my records, know my song,
if you're lucky, we might just sing along.
yes, i mean you.
not you, i meant you.

then read me a book,
a classic, any story.
I like Shakespeare and Twilight.

head down to the mall,
pick out some boho-chic.
give me my scarves, my t-shirts,
my flats, my sneakers.
my oversized shades with a coutoure jacket.

and we'll waltz into the movie,
grab a seat in the back,
enjoy the thrill,
of living in another time and riddle.

but at the end of the day,
when sunset has gone,
and twilight has fallen,
one last goodbye,
and a slamming screen door.
is all that we're leaving.

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Wednesday, November 12, 2008
goodbyes, finally.

11:42 PM

Finally.

Finally is the word of my life.

FINALLY, i've done my homework.
FINALLY, i won that match.
FINALLY, i did that.
FINALLY, i did this.
FINALLY.

Finally is the soundtrack of my life.
it is the soundtrack of a procrastinator.

I really really really really don't get the point of Facebook.

SURE, it's for keeping in touch.
SURE, it's for spying on your friends.
SURE, it's for making paedophilic "friends".
but honestly, what other good does it do, for people who see each other practically everyday?

I'm losing it.
Losing it all.
I thought buying a planner, or something for organizing, would change all that.

I was wrong.
It just brought on a fresh wave of worries.

I'm messed up,
cluttered up,
screwed.

Change, it's so sudden.

Gabriella Montez said goodbye hundreds of times, she's used to it.
I'm not.
And unlike her, i don't have a Prince Charming who'd sweep me off my feet and back into his dear, safe arms.

You know, Ariel is talking to herself on the phone.
Because i'm in the right mind not to talk to such a retarded freakozoid.
JUST KIDDING !

My goodness,
my brain's such a cluttered mess,
this post is utterly pointless.

Good bye.