I realize I keep forgetting to put titles to my posts.
So a good friend of mine popped out of nowhere and commented on one of my posts! I checked out his profile and really enjoyed reading his blogs.
I'm still having so much fun with my new photoblog. I visit my page all the time just to admire it and read the comments I got on my pictures over and over again. I'm such a sad human being.
I really injured my knee, somehow. I've had the injury before. It was what prevented me from attending FOBISSEA, and I was so angry for really long afterwards, because FOBISSEA is a huge thing, and all my good friends went and came back and couldn't stop talking about how fun it had been. So anyway, that was because of my knee, and everyone kept telling me to go check it up but I never did. It got better though, and I didn't have a problem with it until yesterday. I swear, I wasn't doing anything, I was just sitting on the floor of the studio and all of a sudden, my knee just cracks and it's the same problem again.
So I really wanted to exercise today, but I can't run, cycle, roller blade or even walk because of my knee, so I was planning on swimming with Ty, because that's proabably the best thing you can do for an injured knee. But then we came home from grocery shopping and just got really tired, so we decided to rest for maybe 30 minutes or so.
Three hours later, and Ty is still sleeping. I can't get her up. She just won't wake up. I don't want to go swimming alone either, so it looks like there won't be any exercise for me today.
There's a song I really like and have been listening to a lot these days. It's by Air Traffic and it's called "Empty Space". Every time I hear, I get into this strange creature-character, and sometimes I randomly start dancing/acting as that creature and I can feel it so much, I start to cry.
It's a void that I can't fill
An empty space I can't replace
With anything at all
The lights are all burnt out
And smoke will drive the swimmers down
there's noone left at all
You've done enough
He's still alive
He's breathing on his own
I leave everything I have
You've done enough
He's still alive
And he's breathing on his own
And he's breathing on his own
There's chaos everywhere
And panic written on the air
That everyone is breathing
And crushing light of day
Pain will never wash away
Fear will never leave
You've done enough
He's still alive
He's breathing on his own
I leave everything I have
You've done enough
He's still alive
And he's breathing on his own
And he's breathing on his own
And god save our souls
How tables have turned
And broke
One more like this could be the end
They say they told us all along
But we were busy getting laid
One more like this will be the end
And we've known it all along
We've known it all along.
I gotta go do the dishes......
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Thank you. For everything.
I feel so reflective today. It might be because I'm not really on good terms with my dad right now, and he said some things that really made me think about myself and my life and how I'm carrying things out.
I cried this morning before going to college, and I completely forgot we had a replacement class today, so Ty and I came almost an hour late for it. It was really quite frustrating at the time, but I can already laugh about it.
The point, though, is that I cried and felt really sorry for myself for a little while, but then I thought about the fact that other people have it so much worse, and I just pulled myself together and went to school.
I've created a photo blog! I'm totally excited about it, although I know I'll get used to it pretty soon. Anyway, the link is here:
http://www.photoblog.com/annasmile/
It's good fun :) It makes me want to take more pictures.
Oh yeah, I didn't even mention the fact that I haven't written here in so long. It sucks, but I just either haven't had the time, or, when I do have the time, I just can't be bothered because I feel like I don't have anything worth writing about. And there's no point in telling myself that I'll be better with writing, because I know I won't be able to keep it up.
I'm so hungry...
I feel so reflective today. It might be because I'm not really on good terms with my dad right now, and he said some things that really made me think about myself and my life and how I'm carrying things out.
I cried this morning before going to college, and I completely forgot we had a replacement class today, so Ty and I came almost an hour late for it. It was really quite frustrating at the time, but I can already laugh about it.
The point, though, is that I cried and felt really sorry for myself for a little while, but then I thought about the fact that other people have it so much worse, and I just pulled myself together and went to school.
I've created a photo blog! I'm totally excited about it, although I know I'll get used to it pretty soon. Anyway, the link is here:
http://www.photoblog.com/annasmile/
It's good fun :) It makes me want to take more pictures.
Oh yeah, I didn't even mention the fact that I haven't written here in so long. It sucks, but I just either haven't had the time, or, when I do have the time, I just can't be bothered because I feel like I don't have anything worth writing about. And there's no point in telling myself that I'll be better with writing, because I know I won't be able to keep it up.
I'm so hungry...
Monday, March 9, 2009
Belong to Me
When good and bad
Came knocking on the door
My head got confused
So confused.
When all the words in the dictionary
Could not explain how I felt
I didn't say anything
Nothing at all.
The city lights reflected in the water
And that's when my tears would start to fall.
Then you walked in
And love was walking with you
You invited me in and said,
"Belong to me"
And I did.
And now everyday feels like Sunday.
Rise and shine, it's a new day
And if today be sweet
Just like yesterday
Forgive me.
'Cause when the leaves
Start to fall
I won't be able to hide the smile
That creeps onto my face.
The city lights reflected in the water
And that's when my tears would start to fall.
Then you walked in
And love was walking with you
You invited me and said,
"Belong to me"
And I did.
And now everyday feels like Sunday.
And so I will remember
That first hour I believed
The moment I sent a promise to the moon
To always hold on
Never give up
Never let go.
The orphanage was so much fun! They have improved tremendously, in my opinion. I was so shocked to see the kids sitting at tables eating their food from their own bowls with their own spoons, instead of sitting in a circle on the floor being fed to by a shouting Chinese lady with the same spoon. They don't look the kids in a room with no toys like they used to either. The door is open, they have a few toys to play with and when someone gets into a fight with another, they simply go tell one of the grownups who then comes in to scold the child, instead of just sitting on the floor and crying until something interesting catches their eye. A few of the kids even said "sorry" to each other!
There were a couple new kids that I haven't seen before, including a tiny baby I thought was a girl until I changed HIS diaper......
I even got bullied by a little sprout today... I think he's less than two years old and I was cooing at him cuz he's so adorable and then he comes up to me and hits me in the face with a toy thing so my lip starts bleeding.
I would have to say that today started out really shitty, but ended fantastically. I'm tired but happy.
It's only 9:03 pm, but I think I'm going to sleep soon.....
Came knocking on the door
My head got confused
So confused.
When all the words in the dictionary
Could not explain how I felt
I didn't say anything
Nothing at all.
The city lights reflected in the water
And that's when my tears would start to fall.
Then you walked in
And love was walking with you
You invited me in and said,
"Belong to me"
And I did.
And now everyday feels like Sunday.
Rise and shine, it's a new day
And if today be sweet
Just like yesterday
Forgive me.
'Cause when the leaves
Start to fall
I won't be able to hide the smile
That creeps onto my face.
The city lights reflected in the water
And that's when my tears would start to fall.
Then you walked in
And love was walking with you
You invited me and said,
"Belong to me"
And I did.
And now everyday feels like Sunday.
And so I will remember
That first hour I believed
The moment I sent a promise to the moon
To always hold on
Never give up
Never let go.
The orphanage was so much fun! They have improved tremendously, in my opinion. I was so shocked to see the kids sitting at tables eating their food from their own bowls with their own spoons, instead of sitting in a circle on the floor being fed to by a shouting Chinese lady with the same spoon. They don't look the kids in a room with no toys like they used to either. The door is open, they have a few toys to play with and when someone gets into a fight with another, they simply go tell one of the grownups who then comes in to scold the child, instead of just sitting on the floor and crying until something interesting catches their eye. A few of the kids even said "sorry" to each other!
There were a couple new kids that I haven't seen before, including a tiny baby I thought was a girl until I changed HIS diaper......
I even got bullied by a little sprout today... I think he's less than two years old and I was cooing at him cuz he's so adorable and then he comes up to me and hits me in the face with a toy thing so my lip starts bleeding.
I would have to say that today started out really shitty, but ended fantastically. I'm tired but happy.
It's only 9:03 pm, but I think I'm going to sleep soon.....
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Claustrophobia
And suddenly
I can't stay in this room
The walls are closing in
I find it hard to breathe
The window disappears
The door disappears
I reach up and find
That I can touch the ceiling.
It's right above my head.
'Cause every time we have this fight
Somewhere along the way
You stop listening to what I say
And you keep going
Yeah...
And I'm claustrophobic
Yeah...
I'm claustrophobic
Now I can't move
It's like I'm in a straight-jacket
My feet are tied down
There's a ringing in my ears
Screaming in my head.
'Cause every time we have this fight
Somewhere along the way
You stop listening to what I say
And you keep going
Yeah...
And I'm claustrophobic
Yeah...
I'm claustrophobic
My mouth doesn't move
And I try to focus
On the words you are saying
There are so many
Coming out so fast.
I'm lost now
So lost
You've lost me
And that's just the way it goes.
'Cause every time we have this fight
Somewhere along the way
You stop listening to what I say
And you keep going
Yeah...
And I'm claustrophobic
Yeah...
I'm claustrophobic
This is actually a song! I'm so proud of myself. I don't think the words are particularly good and there's really no point to this thing, but I'm glad I figured out a tune for it and I have the chords figured out on the piano and everything. It even has an obvious chorus! Yei me, hey?
It's been way too long since I posted something here. I'm not happy with myself. A lot has happened. Nothing really significant, or worth writing here, though, so it's all good.
I'll be going to the orphanage tomorrow with Ub and Esther, and I'm excited because it's been way too long, but at the same time, I really wish Lis was going too. It never feels the same without her. But her dad doesn't seem to understand the importance of seeing these kids regularly, so she's not allowed to go, unfortunately.
I shall sleep now. Good night.
I can't stay in this room
The walls are closing in
I find it hard to breathe
The window disappears
The door disappears
I reach up and find
That I can touch the ceiling.
It's right above my head.
'Cause every time we have this fight
Somewhere along the way
You stop listening to what I say
And you keep going
Yeah...
And I'm claustrophobic
Yeah...
I'm claustrophobic
Now I can't move
It's like I'm in a straight-jacket
My feet are tied down
There's a ringing in my ears
Screaming in my head.
'Cause every time we have this fight
Somewhere along the way
You stop listening to what I say
And you keep going
Yeah...
And I'm claustrophobic
Yeah...
I'm claustrophobic
My mouth doesn't move
And I try to focus
On the words you are saying
There are so many
Coming out so fast.
I'm lost now
So lost
You've lost me
And that's just the way it goes.
'Cause every time we have this fight
Somewhere along the way
You stop listening to what I say
And you keep going
Yeah...
And I'm claustrophobic
Yeah...
I'm claustrophobic
This is actually a song! I'm so proud of myself. I don't think the words are particularly good and there's really no point to this thing, but I'm glad I figured out a tune for it and I have the chords figured out on the piano and everything. It even has an obvious chorus! Yei me, hey?
It's been way too long since I posted something here. I'm not happy with myself. A lot has happened. Nothing really significant, or worth writing here, though, so it's all good.
I'll be going to the orphanage tomorrow with Ub and Esther, and I'm excited because it's been way too long, but at the same time, I really wish Lis was going too. It never feels the same without her. But her dad doesn't seem to understand the importance of seeing these kids regularly, so she's not allowed to go, unfortunately.
I shall sleep now. Good night.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Bright Yellow Note
I made you bleed.
Inside and out.
I used to be the vulnerable one.
The petite, shy one.
Now I charge, others fall.
It was an accident,
but I felt the world's eyes
dig into my head
as my roots dug
deeper into the ground.
Water rushed up,
up through my body,
then down,
down my face.
Couldn't control it.
Couldn't hold it in.
I wanted you to be angry
To tell me to die.
You just smiled and watched me cry.
I wanted to drown in your blood,
to choke on my tears,
to disappear.
It's not a big deal,
these things happen.
Accidents happen.
But some accidents kill.
And believe me,
this one's killing me.
A dark, heavy cloud hangs over me,
hangs by a string.
Soon, it will fall, and I'll be gone.
So before that happens,
before you forget me,
don't forget to remember my apology.
You accepted it, yes, but remember it.
Write it on a bright yellow not and hang it on your wall.
Don't forget that I'm sorry I made you cry.
I'm sorry I cried too.
I'm sorry my heart burst while you spat out blood.
I'm sorry I'll never give this to you in time.
The cloud is falling,
so I guess I'll be leaving.
Remember, okay?
Smile, because you look like the sun when you do.
You're beautiful and unique,
you're what the world needs.
Please don't cry,
leave that to me.
I'll see you again someday
but you won't see me.
Why?
Because I'll be hiding in the shadows,
away from the world.
I'll only drop in to see if you're okay.
To make sure you still remember the apology
on the bright yellow note,
and that you're not shining too bright to see it on your wall.
And to remind you that I'm sorry.
Depressing.
I was rummaging through all the papers in my desk last night, and I find this piece of paper with "To: Jessica" as the title. I read it through and started laughing.
The story behind this one is this:
My class in 9th or 10th grade in elc International School were playing soccer during P.E. I was running for the ball, trying to get to it before a Korean girl in my class, Jessica. We reached the ball at the same time, and our feet go for the ball at the same time, get intertwined and Jessica falls, while I'm left standing. I tripped her, basically. So I stop what I'm doing, forget about the ball and try to help her up, but she screams when I touch her arm. She's face down, and when I roll her over, there's blood coming out of her nose and mouth. I freak out when there's blood on someone else, especially when it's my fault, so at this point, I freeze, and everybody else start gathering around. Someone tries to help her up as well, but she screams again, so I yell, "Don't touch her arm!" and ask someone to go get water.
Blah blah blah.
She broke her collarbone...
It really depressed me, because I really felt like it was my fault, even though everyone told me it wasn't. So when I got home from school that day, I lay down on bed and cried a million tears or more and then wrote that thing for Jessica. I never gave it to her, of course.
I actually didn't want to post it here, but Ub told me to, so I did.
It's been a while since I wrote anything. Sad.
Bai.
Inside and out.
I used to be the vulnerable one.
The petite, shy one.
Now I charge, others fall.
It was an accident,
but I felt the world's eyes
dig into my head
as my roots dug
deeper into the ground.
Water rushed up,
up through my body,
then down,
down my face.
Couldn't control it.
Couldn't hold it in.
I wanted you to be angry
To tell me to die.
You just smiled and watched me cry.
I wanted to drown in your blood,
to choke on my tears,
to disappear.
It's not a big deal,
these things happen.
Accidents happen.
But some accidents kill.
And believe me,
this one's killing me.
A dark, heavy cloud hangs over me,
hangs by a string.
Soon, it will fall, and I'll be gone.
So before that happens,
before you forget me,
don't forget to remember my apology.
You accepted it, yes, but remember it.
Write it on a bright yellow not and hang it on your wall.
Don't forget that I'm sorry I made you cry.
I'm sorry I cried too.
I'm sorry my heart burst while you spat out blood.
I'm sorry I'll never give this to you in time.
The cloud is falling,
so I guess I'll be leaving.
Remember, okay?
Smile, because you look like the sun when you do.
You're beautiful and unique,
you're what the world needs.
Please don't cry,
leave that to me.
I'll see you again someday
but you won't see me.
Why?
Because I'll be hiding in the shadows,
away from the world.
I'll only drop in to see if you're okay.
To make sure you still remember the apology
on the bright yellow note,
and that you're not shining too bright to see it on your wall.
And to remind you that I'm sorry.
Depressing.
I was rummaging through all the papers in my desk last night, and I find this piece of paper with "To: Jessica" as the title. I read it through and started laughing.
The story behind this one is this:
My class in 9th or 10th grade in elc International School were playing soccer during P.E. I was running for the ball, trying to get to it before a Korean girl in my class, Jessica. We reached the ball at the same time, and our feet go for the ball at the same time, get intertwined and Jessica falls, while I'm left standing. I tripped her, basically. So I stop what I'm doing, forget about the ball and try to help her up, but she screams when I touch her arm. She's face down, and when I roll her over, there's blood coming out of her nose and mouth. I freak out when there's blood on someone else, especially when it's my fault, so at this point, I freeze, and everybody else start gathering around. Someone tries to help her up as well, but she screams again, so I yell, "Don't touch her arm!" and ask someone to go get water.
Blah blah blah.
She broke her collarbone...
It really depressed me, because I really felt like it was my fault, even though everyone told me it wasn't. So when I got home from school that day, I lay down on bed and cried a million tears or more and then wrote that thing for Jessica. I never gave it to her, of course.
I actually didn't want to post it here, but Ub told me to, so I did.
It's been a while since I wrote anything. Sad.
Bai.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
I want...
I want to travel the world.
I want to turn 18 and stay 18 forever.
I want 14 kids.
I want to get married and stay married forever.
I want a house on the beach.
I want three horses: one white, one brown and mine will be black.
I want to go to the moon.
I want a star in my room.
I want to save people from hurt, hunger and poverty.
I want to be famous in Hollywood.
I want an ice cream with three different flavors on a huge ice cream cone.
I want to sing and dance in the rain.
I want to go to heaven.
I want to find the cure for cancer.
I want a Starbucks in my backyard.
I want money to start growing on trees.
I want a little brother.
I want a Rottweiler, a Cocker Spaniel, a Great Dane, a Boxer, a Golden Retriever, a Bulldog, a New Foundland, a Chihuaha, a Black Labrador and a Pug.
I want to climb Mt. Everest.
I want a private plane.
I want to go Bunjee Jumping in New Zealand.
I want two bodyguards.
I want to sky-dive.
I want to take a two-hour long shower.
I want to scream at the top of my voice so that I lose it.
I want to grow my hair really long and then cut it really short.
I want a huge map of the world on my wall so that I can mark all the places I've been to.
I want to sleep on the beach in the arms of a man under the open sky.
I want to cook dinner and drink wine in a bubblebath with candles all around.
I want a rabbit named Sean to hop around in my house.
I want a bright green iguana.
I want to adopt a boy from Africa, a boy from Bolivia and a girl from China.
I want a big, white car and a small, red sports car.
I want world peace, I do.
I want a perfect body.
I want to take a train to the last station for no reason.
I want to get lost in the city and just walk around taking pictures.
I want to get the lyrics to every song that plays on the radio and sing along to them.
I want to go on a road trip in America with a close friend.
I want to dye my hair a really crazy color.
I want to open my own reggae bar.
I want to fill up a book with songs that I've written.
I want to stay up the whole night doing absolutely nothing.
I want to take a less-privileged person shopping for clothes and beauty products.
I want to write my name with toothpaste on a black wall.
I want to throw tons of random colors of paint on the ceiling, walls and floor in the living room of my first apartment.
I want to keep a diary of all my children's lives.
I want a Harley.
I want a huge garden with lots of big trees that I can climb in.
I want to pretend to steal a piece of clothing from a store and make the sensors go off and then see how long I can run through the mall without getting caught.
I want to order every dessert on the menu at a restaurant.
I want to buy every beer and see which one's my favorite.
I want to crash a wedding.
I want to order takeaway food and give it out to people I meet.
I want to run into a football game and run away with their football.
I want to take a bunch of street-kids into a McDonalds.
I want to kiss a dolphin.
I want to release an album and write a book.
I want to learn how to play guitar.
I want to surf in Australia.
I want to invent something new.
I want to design an outfit.
I want to ride a dirt-bike through really thick mud.
I want to witness a birth.
I want to save a life.
I want to steal something.
I want to wear red and walk through a town singing, "I'm painting the town red".
I want to dress up in a really scary Halloween outfit and scare couples on Valentine's Day.
I want to go skinny-dipping with close friends.
I want to ask a really good-looking guy at a bar or a club for his number and then probably never call him back.
I want to swim outside in ice during the winter.
I want to dress up as a goth and walk through a mall.
I want to have a get-together party with all my ex-boyfriends.
I want to start a fire-alarm for no reason.
I want to witness a bar fight.
I want to be worth fighting for.
There are more. They just haven't come to me yet.
Bai.
I want to turn 18 and stay 18 forever.
I want 14 kids.
I want to get married and stay married forever.
I want a house on the beach.
I want three horses: one white, one brown and mine will be black.
I want to go to the moon.
I want a star in my room.
I want to save people from hurt, hunger and poverty.
I want to be famous in Hollywood.
I want an ice cream with three different flavors on a huge ice cream cone.
I want to sing and dance in the rain.
I want to go to heaven.
I want to find the cure for cancer.
I want a Starbucks in my backyard.
I want money to start growing on trees.
I want a little brother.
I want a Rottweiler, a Cocker Spaniel, a Great Dane, a Boxer, a Golden Retriever, a Bulldog, a New Foundland, a Chihuaha, a Black Labrador and a Pug.
I want to climb Mt. Everest.
I want a private plane.
I want to go Bunjee Jumping in New Zealand.
I want two bodyguards.
I want to sky-dive.
I want to take a two-hour long shower.
I want to scream at the top of my voice so that I lose it.
I want to grow my hair really long and then cut it really short.
I want a huge map of the world on my wall so that I can mark all the places I've been to.
I want to sleep on the beach in the arms of a man under the open sky.
I want to cook dinner and drink wine in a bubblebath with candles all around.
I want a rabbit named Sean to hop around in my house.
I want a bright green iguana.
I want to adopt a boy from Africa, a boy from Bolivia and a girl from China.
I want a big, white car and a small, red sports car.
I want world peace, I do.
I want a perfect body.
I want to take a train to the last station for no reason.
I want to get lost in the city and just walk around taking pictures.
I want to get the lyrics to every song that plays on the radio and sing along to them.
I want to go on a road trip in America with a close friend.
I want to dye my hair a really crazy color.
I want to open my own reggae bar.
I want to fill up a book with songs that I've written.
I want to stay up the whole night doing absolutely nothing.
I want to take a less-privileged person shopping for clothes and beauty products.
I want to write my name with toothpaste on a black wall.
I want to throw tons of random colors of paint on the ceiling, walls and floor in the living room of my first apartment.
I want to keep a diary of all my children's lives.
I want a Harley.
I want a huge garden with lots of big trees that I can climb in.
I want to pretend to steal a piece of clothing from a store and make the sensors go off and then see how long I can run through the mall without getting caught.
I want to order every dessert on the menu at a restaurant.
I want to buy every beer and see which one's my favorite.
I want to crash a wedding.
I want to order takeaway food and give it out to people I meet.
I want to run into a football game and run away with their football.
I want to take a bunch of street-kids into a McDonalds.
I want to kiss a dolphin.
I want to release an album and write a book.
I want to learn how to play guitar.
I want to surf in Australia.
I want to invent something new.
I want to design an outfit.
I want to ride a dirt-bike through really thick mud.
I want to witness a birth.
I want to save a life.
I want to steal something.
I want to wear red and walk through a town singing, "I'm painting the town red".
I want to dress up in a really scary Halloween outfit and scare couples on Valentine's Day.
I want to go skinny-dipping with close friends.
I want to ask a really good-looking guy at a bar or a club for his number and then probably never call him back.
I want to swim outside in ice during the winter.
I want to dress up as a goth and walk through a mall.
I want to have a get-together party with all my ex-boyfriends.
I want to start a fire-alarm for no reason.
I want to witness a bar fight.
I want to be worth fighting for.
There are more. They just haven't come to me yet.
Bai.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Silently
So this is it then.
The dust has finally settled
And it's over now.
It's over.
You're on my mind
Despite it all
Covering it like leaves of autumn.
You've got me thinking
Maybe if I leave this town
You'll disappear too...
I think about how
You moved so slowly
As if you were underwater.
And into the origami folds of the night
You held me so tightly
Kissed me so silently.
You said the reason
You had to leave
Was because I wasn't there
When you needed me the most.
But I was, darling.
I was.
You just closed your eyes
And chose not to see me.
You were too busy sinking yourself
In your own troubles.
I don't think this one's finished yet. And I think this one's the closest to a song I've ever gotten. It actually has verses with similar tunes and a chorus. Yei me :)
Nothing great's happening these days. I doubt anything great's gonna happen tomorrow either. But we'll know that by the end of the day.
I've actually run out of little thingies that I've written, and I haven't felt really inspired to write anything new. So I'm trying to figure out what I'm going to be writing in the next posts.
The whole Chris Brown/Rehanna thing is killing me. If it's all true, I'm going to be so incredibly disappointed in Chris Brown. Not to mention all the other girls that adore him. It's horrible. It makes me want to get out there and try and do something about all the sh** that's happening to people. Ahh...
I don't want to go to bed with all this stuff running through my mind.
Good night!
The dust has finally settled
And it's over now.
It's over.
You're on my mind
Despite it all
Covering it like leaves of autumn.
You've got me thinking
Maybe if I leave this town
You'll disappear too...
I think about how
You moved so slowly
As if you were underwater.
And into the origami folds of the night
You held me so tightly
Kissed me so silently.
You said the reason
You had to leave
Was because I wasn't there
When you needed me the most.
But I was, darling.
I was.
You just closed your eyes
And chose not to see me.
You were too busy sinking yourself
In your own troubles.
I don't think this one's finished yet. And I think this one's the closest to a song I've ever gotten. It actually has verses with similar tunes and a chorus. Yei me :)
Nothing great's happening these days. I doubt anything great's gonna happen tomorrow either. But we'll know that by the end of the day.
I've actually run out of little thingies that I've written, and I haven't felt really inspired to write anything new. So I'm trying to figure out what I'm going to be writing in the next posts.
The whole Chris Brown/Rehanna thing is killing me. If it's all true, I'm going to be so incredibly disappointed in Chris Brown. Not to mention all the other girls that adore him. It's horrible. It makes me want to get out there and try and do something about all the sh** that's happening to people. Ahh...
I don't want to go to bed with all this stuff running through my mind.
Good night!
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