January 2009
You say you want a revolution, well you know, we...
When people wanna feel good, or they have a change of heart. Why do they always wanna change their hair? This goes for girls in most cases. Anyways. I need a half inch to an inch off my hair. I have this mullet thing going right now, and uh uh, it aint pretty. I always feel good when I do something to my hair. Who’s with me? I keep saying I miss having blonde in my hair. I doubt my mom will...
The perks of winter
Earlier today I slipped, fell, and bashed my head on the sheet of ice in my driveway. I refuse to go to the Emergency Room though. I’m not worried about how hard I hit my head, I’m worried about my neck more than anything. I can’t move my neck, so at the moment I’m completely stiff, and I find it very humorous. I can barely keep my eyes open, but I CANNOT go to sleep, in...
This isn't a joke either
Hey guess what. I had some people trying to convince me that I should try out for AMERICAAAN IDOOL next year. My parents are all up for it, they said it would be WONDERFUL experience. And who cares how far I’d make it, I’d be having the time of my life. I’d be doing what I was born to do. And who knows, maybe it’ll be a break through you know? Get me noticed. I’m...
I feel super behind
Super jealous much?! YES. I think I need to speak to Matt. I mean seriously, like I said in a previous TWITTER post. “If I owned my own video production studio in Cincinnati I’d be VERY happy too. If I owned a studio PERIOD I’d be happy.”
I’m behind. Or at least feel like it. You’re doing it! I’m proud. Good job. :D
I shouldn't do half the things I don't want you to...
And that’s not talking about doing something bad. I’m afraid to live my life unless it’s up to your standards. I think twice about everything I do. Is it something you would do? Is it something you’d want me to do? You always said you want what makes me happy. You are what makes me happy.
I am convinced
that I’m wasting my time. unless you convince me other wise. in my previous blog, those questions can’t be answered. and i know that. i’m just pretending they can be. dfaskhaskdhkashda.
I wonder where you are going
Being sick blows…terribly. I have nothing to blog, other than to complain.
<3 God Bless Hope no one else is sick too.
We could run forever if you wanted to
It scares me when I give up on myself. I don’t do it often. But lately these things in my head have stopped me from everything being okay. They stab the inside of my brain for answers. And all that leaves me with is a pounding headache, and a couple advil. Do I stop my life, and wait around for something I’m not 100% sure of getting? I could wait forever. So do I? I would stop the...
January 20, 2009
Also known as inauguration day. This day will go down in the books as the day America swears in her first Black president. This is interesting news. My eyes have been glued on the tv all day long. For someone who’s not an Obama fan, I’m highly intrigued by the fury and frenzy that today bestowed. I can honestly admit that I’m extremely nervous though. I’m not all for a...
So here's to another better year
Never give up. I LOVE MY LIFE.
All these oceanic vistas are so divine
Today has been so surreal. I feel almost as if I never really woke up from my sleep last night. This is weird. Really weird. I rolled out of bed this morning hoping for no school. But of course we had school. Instead of getting into the shower, I just sat in my computer chair staring about the room. I’m not sure what is quite wrong with me, but I think it all started here. I thought the day...
Do they get you like I do?
I’ve never been so sure of anything in my entire life. Well, let me put that in better terms. I’ve never been so determined for anything in my entire life. It’s one thing that I don’t ever want to let go of. I like the feel of that determination. And I don’t want to lose hold of it. It doesn’t matter if it’s going anywhere or not. I won’t let it slip...
It's so silent, it hurts.
Sometimes silence is a painful adjective. Everything seems so loud. Everything inside the head spins. The sound of a million freight trains. Cover the ears, and the roaring grows louder. Count the minutes left to be sane. Music is like medicine. Suddenly the roaring of the train stops. And the dreamer wakes up.
[you don’t have a clue]
I'll sail the ocean with you
To start it off. Going into this blog I was intending it to only focus on you. But it turned out that way. This isn’t a love story. Or anything close to love. This is life. And it’s the most confusing thing ever.
[It’s so easily for me to pretend I hate you when we’re not on good terms. It’s what they all want. It’s what’s expected of me. We talk like...
Not like the norm
So tell me this, what 16 year old kid would honestly drive themselves to church, and go ALL BY THEMSELVES, while their parents are out of town? I mean seriously. Almost every single kid I know dreads going to church. And if their parents were out of town, they’d be ecstatic because it would get them off the hook of going to church. Not me. My parents are in Jamaica. And I won’t miss...