I was kinda moody yesterday, but today I'm in a better mood. I ran a little more than a mile this morning, and then I went for a bike ride this afternoon.
Will he just GO already? He is my eccentric (to put it nicely) neighbor that was supposedly moving on the 30th, but is still there.
Gosh, he's so annoying and he is obsessed with our cat, which is a little creepy.
Him: So do you still have that cat? I haven't seen him around your yard lately.
Me: He's still around.
Me: (Is thinking) You watch our yard?!
Dear Journal, Lately I've been...anxious. I'm afraid of just about everything, but I'm mostly afraid of disappointing everyone. I feel like I am a disappointment either way however. Isn't there some sort of cure??? I don't want to bother anyone, and I can't help my upset self. I want to tell everyone how I feel and get some closure, but I can't say it. I want to rhyme my words together and squish them into a poem that someone would understand. I'm mentally hurt, Journal, and I'm afraid this one is gonna take a while to heal. I wish I could just figure out why I'm hurting though. And I wish everyone would accept me. For what it's worth, kiki x kupkake
I know right?
sorry ignore that, it was an accident :/
Final Exams crackin' down hard on me. Stuff just got real :P
Other than that things have been goin' pretty well, lookin' forward to summer vacation, gonna get a job at the mall!
'Till next time,
Dear Journal, Today I am feeling guilty. I feel selfish for being so self centered, as usual. I probably am going to get some religious music on my phone because it's been stuck in my head, plus I didn't go to church. There's more to tell you, but I am too tired. For what it's worth, kiki x kupkake
I didn't do much this weekend. I watched the Phillies, who had a bad weekend, and I worked on the movie my sister and I are making. Last night I stayed up until ten PM working on history in our living room. For a while there, it was just me, the Dodgers-Giants game, and a timeline. My sister went to bed and said she'd finish her part today, which she did.
I didn't feel so hot yesterday morning, but I got over it. Mostly. I still have a runny nose and the occasional headache.
I'm going to go take a shower and do some schoolwork. Math, history, poetry...
I know I promised I'd write in you more often, but it seems I falied at the to quickly, as I normaly do with most prose writing. Will you forgive me?
Early today, I read somewhere around 70 pages of Gone Girl by Gilliam Flynn. The novel has met all of my expectations. No wonder all the critics are raving about it. It seems like they all have literature b*ners for the novel. It's really good. I can't wait to reach the climax of Amy And Nick's story. Climax. See what I did there? ;)
I'm waiting for three new works to be posted on the site. I'm hoping for one Editors' Choice. *fingers crossed* But I won't mind either way, because I feel so fortunate to have some of the best dedicated readers. They're all such nice people—with impeccable taste, I might add.
I'm feeling well today. It's raining somewhat outside, but I don't care. I don't even mind the cool temperature. All is fine today.
I won't promise I'll write in you more often than I do, because evertime I say something or promise myself I will do it, I don't. Therefore, I won't promise to write in you ever again.
With all Sincerity,
Biology is a gargantuan bit of trouble.
See you around (how?)
I'm finally finished with Gone Girl. What can I say about it besides that it's epic!!!!!!
Now I must finish Ender's Game, which is good...so far....The trailer looks good too.
I didn't really think I'd write in you again. But something made me want to write in you again. Huh...
Well I hope you've beel well just as I have been.
Maybe I'll see you around soon.
With all Sincerity,
Hi! Today was pretty easy. School didn't exactly fly by, but I managed to tolerate it. I am really nervous though because I have an important Math quiz tommorrow, and math isn't exactly my strong point :( Also, if I do well on this quiz, I will get an iPhone!!! Anyway, re-reading Insurgent and 13 Reasons Why. So good! I just love books, don't you? Well, thats all.
Keep rockin Journal,
First Thursday without homeschool co-op. I feel so relaxed. -Kmeep/Runnerup
I'm a little annoyed with the chatting thing-y. It says I've been banned from posting. BANNED FROM POSTING?! SAY WHA?!
How cam mwa be banned from posting. I've done nothing to be banned. Maybe I'm just paranoid. But another thing. I haven't been able to see the comments on my poem Red Ribbons. I need to thank the people who have posted comments on it. I always do. But I can't for some reason. A reason that I don't know. Which makes me angrier.
Oh, I also joined Jade's cult/brothel/group. To be honest, I don't know what it really is. I just did for the h*ll of it. Bored, mostly.
I see Liv finally started writing in you. That's good. Fun to see her here. And really? Liv hasn't read Insurgent yet? I did some weeks ago. I would talk about it. But then I'd ruin the ending for her. Then she'd be mad at me. And that would suck. But the ending is pretty EPIC!!
I'm almost done with Ender's Game. Every day, it gets better and better. So far, I'm in the chapter enititled "Valentine". Where Valentine and Ender discuss some things.
A thought just occurred to me. Do other people read what I write in you, Journal. Not that I mind. I just don't think anyone would be interested in what I'd have to say.
Well, we'll see when I write in you again. May be Monday. Or never. the latter seems more probable.
With all Sincerity.
P.S. I'm not that very close with achieving the 7,000 Posts in 7 Days. I need more help. Anyone who's reading this. Go find that forum and help.
This is new for me--this kind of forum, I mean--but I like it.
I'm glad Lucy is finally asleep. So cute when she's sleeping, even though it's on my arm which makes it tricky to type.
It's a slow Saturday just 5 days after the death of Ray Harryhausen. Just the fact I know who that is probably makes me a geek, but I still feel bad. What will we do when all the visionaries have departed the world? Be the next visionaries, I suppose.
Okay, that was probably the most pretentious thing I've ever typed.
Found a great book the other day: "Tales from Outer Suburbia" by Shaun Tan. Which hits it home that the brightest lights aren't always the biggest. We'll have all the visionaries we'll ever need.
I wish summer was tomorrow.
I really hope I pass Algebra.
I hope I don't fail my Learner's Permit exam.
So this morning I went for a run. I've been trying to go every two days, but I took the weekend off, because I had swim class Saturday morning and Sunday, being Mother's Day and all, was busy.
Well, I paid for my three-day respite. I stretched extra hard, but my knees hurt for the first half-mile or so. And when I got to one of the streets in my course, it was flooded! A river of water was flowing down half the street, and it was almost two inches deep, making it impossible to cross. I had to reinvent my entire course.
I ended up running through the woods near my house for the last leg of my run. About halfway through, I tripped and twisted my ankle a little. It hurt, and I hobbled to a log to sit down. Turns out it was fine, and I jogged the rest of my way to my house. But it was a little scary!
I ran with my sister and my neighbor today. Two miles straight.
Science and math work today... Watched my Phillies, who are shaping up all of a sudden.
And the kittens...so adorable.
Okay, so this entry is kinda vague; maybe I'll go into more detail tomorrow.
Lucy doesn't feel good. I feel for her, but babies are great at suffering silently. She's stopped crying now.
I feel better now that it's after lunch. For a while I was worried that this day was going to be a waste. and then I was able to snap out of my Milo-isms. That ought to make sense to anyone who's ever read The Phantom Tollbooth.
On that note, I've been thinking of the Demons of the Mountains of Ignorance. The worst part is they--or at least what they represent--are very real. My life is ruled by the Gelatinous Giant, but lucky for me my fear of the Terrible Trivium should help me break free.
Honestly, I think everyone should read that book.
I wish there was a way to edit posts. The last thing that babies can do well is suffer silently.
It's been a terribly long weekend, and I'm not sure if it will get better on Monday. I've been trying to distract myself through baking and writting, and it's worked pretty good so far, but my mind always goes back to him. Good news: I'm working on a few short stories, and a song called "Fly For Me". I might change the title later, it's all good. Hope everyone has a good day :)