It was my first year at a new school,
Mostly just tryin to stay out of people's way,
Then I saw you, with your friends, actin' cool,
Your smile just made me wanna say...
Boy, let me be always close to you,
Let my lips feel the warmth of yours,
Let yourself love me like I love you,
I'll write a love letter,
Pouring out my heart to you.
A couple months pass, my feelings grown,
You think we're just friends,
I hide my heart so the feelings don't show,
But deep down, I still really wanna say...
Boy, let me be always close to you,
Let my lips feel the warmth of yours,
Let yourself love me like I love you,
I'll write a love letter,
My mother never went to the hospital while she was pregnant.
She hated the idea that she would have to go through processes and do paper work or something, which in her mind probably translated to the government trying to weasle its way into her life. If she were to have a child, it was her business, and she wanted absolute control over everything that went on in her (and my) life. So throughout her pregnancy, not one visit to the doctor.
I'm sure my father was uneasy about it, or maybe he hoped something would go wrong. I wasn't a welcomed surprise, after all. I was the result of a tumultuous relationship between two less-than-well-rounded
A nurse got Micky and I up at seven a.m. claiming there was a hot breakfast waiting for us in the cafeteria.
There weren't as many people in the youth ward of the Hillsgaurd Psychiatric Center as I thought there'd be. But then again, I had been mentally comparing it to my overpopulated high school. I waited in line for a pre-arranged tray of food, then sat at the end of a nearby bleach-white table with Micky. There were a lot of tables in the cafeteria, each of them oval-shaped and about as big as your average dining room table. There were two other girls sitting with us; a quiet Asian girl with scars all along her collarbone, and a fairly c
Current Residence: desert Favourite genre of music: alternative rock/ indie rock/pop-punk/punk Favourite photographer: Alex Evans, Richard Avedon Favourite style of art: everything and anything MP3 player of choice: iPod Classic Shell of choice: clam shells. :D Skin of choice: My Own Favourite cartoon character: Patrick Star Personal Quote: William Miller: So Russell, what do you love about music? Russell Hammond: To begin with, everything
Favourite Visual Artist
Jeff Thomas
Favourite Movies
ALMOST FAMOUS!!!!!! and also across the universe, juno, lots of others mostly those 3 though
i really need to stay more current with this website.
i ended up trying out for grease, and i am in it and shows are going on now. im always really tired and annoyed and angsty and need to calm down.
*sigh* gah.
I haven't been on in FOREVER! I logged on and i was like WTF is with my page?!!!!
IN OTHER NEWS! I have been very busy lately with school work and the school play. my legs are currently KILLING me because we did choreography today that i was most certainly NOT prepared for. and when I'm done here I get to walk home. Yippee!!!
IN OTHER OTHER NEWS!!!! It looks like I'm trying out for Grease at the community theatre whether I decide I want to or not. Yep, my drama teacher told me he's working on the play, he wants me to audition, and he will get a song for me to do and if I really need it then an arrangement for the vocal part of the audition
Rules:
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Post the first definition it gives you.
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1.) Your name: Carly
Someone or something that gives you butterflys cause of their sexy apearance in which gives you urges
[oh jesus]
2.) Your age: Thirteen
The Best movie in the fucking world! I LOVE IT!!! If you havent seen it- I reccomend renting- and if you like it, BUY IT. It really reminds me of my life with my old best friend.
[baha]
3.) What you should be doing: political cartoon
political cartoon isn't defined yet.
4.) Favorite color: black
1.Dark
Send This To All Ur Friends, And Me If I Am 1. If U Get 7 Back U R Loved
1-3 u r a bad friend 4-6 u r a ok friend 7-9 u r a good friend 10-& ^ u r a great friend
Dear Friend, When u feel like crying....call me. ! . ! . ! I dont promise that I will make u laugh, but I can cry with u. If one day u want to run away dont be afraid to call me. I dont promise to ask u to stop...... but I can run with u. If one day u dont want to listen to anyone..... call me. I promise to be there for u but also promise to remain quiet. But one day if u call...... and there is no answer..... come fast to see me. Perhaps I need you.