What is this the Attack of the Exes!?

Greetings.


So. Once again. I'm walking towards Acting 2, five minutes to get to class. And who do I see coming down the path that I must turn onto other than my Ex from 11th grade year. (Upon request, I can elaborate on 11th grade year, ie. the worst year of my life). I don't say names. I only had more than one 'item' that year. But he was the one who  made me feel less-than and unwanted. Whenever  he wanted to kiss me he's want to hide behind a door or something, or on an abandoned hall or step outside. He didn't really want to be seen with me. So I let him go.

So.
Imagine. I haven't seen this guy in (counting on my fingers) Almost friggin 5 years! He looks the same. He wants my number! He tries to hug me. I can't be that cold b#&$@ and leave him hanging, so I have to hug him back!

Can somebody say

AWKWARD !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



I can. I can say awkward. And I did. As I stepped into the Fine Arts building after beating a hasty retreat from his side. What is this the attack of the EX's!!????

Gimme a  break. Sigh.


SHOUT OUT TO MY TWO NEW FOLLOWERS AND REALLY GOOD COOL AWESOME FRIENDS: KHALIA AND TATIANA. Check out their blogs. Because they are awesome. People. So their blogs will be too.... :D

Random Thoughts

• This word processor is pissing me off.
• I shouldn't have bought that coke zero.
• I'm tired and I really don't feel like working today.
• I want to move out of my parent's house.
• I'm sick of all the children.
• Make it stop.
• Slap them all. I say.
• I need a car.
• I wish I had ....

Well that means it's time to stop. Once you get to wishing for stuff it only goes downhill from there. Wake up and smell the PB&J it's here and now that matters. And  you better make the best of it.

Humph.


A Memory From Before the Spark of Life Touched You

Don't be a fool
What else could
this be for
But your demise
It can be sweet
It can be comfortable
 for now
But in this life
There are those
Who want your end
More than the
dawn of a new age
Like the one that
takes us all now
Make your feet
march the right
beat and soar
in  your mind
to the place that
you came from
that place where you
were before  your
mother's womb and from
there you breached this
dreaded stream of
conciousness that we all
fail daily
Make swift the memory to fly
to your frontal lobes and
Know that this is the time
Stand and know
that it won't be long
You must be strong
for all those that cannot
reacall
When they took their first
fall


 Reason/Inspiration

I was looking back through my posts from August, and found the Cold War post. I listened to a series of her songs and they brought forth this! :D Also, right now as I type this I'm listneing to Pursuit of Happiness (Megaforce Version). Nice. I know.

Closing/Future

In closing, I love this guitar solo!!! And I love this whole I'm too high to realize I'm having a mental breakdown theme of that video! Awesome. In the future, I am going to try to keep the poems long like this. Last friday I was feeling a little ill. So sorry bout that sorry excuse of a poem. Ahem. I shall do bettah. Also in the future, there will be gummy bears. And cheese crackers.

So long.