Monday, August 30, 2010
It wasn't my decision to make.
Someone else has control over me, you see.
Stop yelling and screaming at me.
Don't scold me for something I had no control over.
No matter how hard I would of tried,
I wouldn't be able to do anything to stop it.
So, let me leave in peace.
Let me leave.
Don't look at me that way.
I didn't choose this for myself.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
1. It's too hot here-No snow means no white christmas.
2. There's too many people at the beach-In Maine, beaches aren't crowded because only some people like to swim in the cold.
3. Not enough green-In Maine, there are natural grass and trees. Here, there are only man-made pom trees.
4. Too many people-Eberyone loves California. So they move there. Too many people for my liking.
5. People are too damn skinny here-Everyone's gorgeous and it makes me feel like I'm worse then a donkey.
6. Earthquakes-I could die from an earthquake any day now.
7. Too much traffic-I'm wasting so much time just trying to get there I'm spending more time in my car then at the destination.
8. Arnold Schwartznegger is the governor-Hes going to be in a movie this year with his shirt off in some scenes about bad asses. Do I have to say more?
9. There's only one season-When do I have time to wear my cute winter coat?
10. Lastly, California sucks-because I say so.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Monday, August 9, 2010
The other night I had a dream. I was in the grocery store and this amazingly gorgeous boy approached me and said, "Hello." I said, "Hey" back. For some odd reason I followed him home. His home was a giant Victorian mansion that belonged to a queen. It was a dark, rainy day. When I walked into the house, it was so bright and lovely I couldn't believe my eyes. There were diamond chandeliers, people in masks and gowns, and portraits in golden frames. When I looked down at myself, I was dressed to fit into this place. Everywhere people were staring at me. Like I didn't belong. But the boy that I'd met at the grocery store was just holding my hand up high and leading me on. The dream seemed to last for weeks. I remember leaving the beautiful house and coming back again and again. Nobody there spoke to me except him. Each time I came back I stayed longer and longer. And at the end of the dream, I was old and that was my life.