Friday October 16, I spent the night at my best friend's house. I was already somewhat hyper when we went to 7 eleven. I told her I wanted pop, so she told me to get some. She wasn't serious, but I didn't realize it and talked to her sister about getting Mountain Dew, and we ended up with 2 liters of Mountain Dew. XD
I had half of it. XD
After our friend Amber left, Wendy and I went on her roof with her sister. By the time we went inside I had to use the facilities and so I told Wendy. She told me to run. XD
She was joking.
I don't think when I'm hyper.
So I ran.
Right
into
the sliding glass door. XD
I hit it so hard that I bounced off. rofl Wendy heard me hit and managed see my epic fall. rofl
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The Mind
Mainly a record of my more interesting dreams that I was able to remember after waking up. (Apparently my uncontrollable confessions, as well. In the form of poetry. All to the same man.)
If the boy who draws
lets you look over his shoulder.
If the poet
smiles
and shows you her words.
If the girl who sings for the shower only,
hums a song
in front of you.
Know that you’re no longer a person
but the air
and dust
that fills their lungs.
When the world perishes,
and all things cease to exist,
you’ll remain inside an ink stain,
a paint brush,
a song.
— Alaska Gold
lets you look over his shoulder.
If the poet
smiles
and shows you her words.
If the girl who sings for the shower only,
hums a song
in front of you.
Know that you’re no longer a person
but the air
and dust
that fills their lungs.
When the world perishes,
and all things cease to exist,
you’ll remain inside an ink stain,
a paint brush,
a song.
— Alaska Gold