Sunday, December 19, 2010

A great week pt.1

Hmm. So this week I came home. I was eager to visit my old high school mainly to visit my old english teacher/mentor/mother figure. When my friends and I pulled into the parking lot, we made our way to the entrance of the building. As we were walking I hears a familiar voice shout "go get your visitor's pass!" Of course it was her. We made out to her class. To make a long story short, we enjoyed ourselves. It was just like old times. We were laughing and sharing stories. We told her about blaire. It was great. So great that I made us stay all day until she kicked us out. In the parking lot she said she just remembered how she received my graduation invitation in the mail. She also told me that my pics were the only ones hanging on the wall behind her. We left and went to see hp and the dh pt.1 and although it was great movie, I couldn't help but feel sad. I missed talking to my favorite teacher of all time. I was really sad. So sad that I skipped work the next day and went back up there again. The next day I got a visitors pass and decided to enter the back of the building. I spoke to some people I knew and before I could make it to the door guess who came to the door to open it for me. She said she saw me through the window. I was like, "what? Do you sit and watch windows all day?". She said she was in the there lounge. She went back in the t.l I wasnt sure if I was invited or not so I waited in ms.lewis room. Eventually I went up and she came behind me and said ms.miller was in her room. Ms.miller is so freaking funny I love her! I was cracking up the whole time. She was making fun of ghetto people and she told us about her crazy grandma who practices voodoo. I left and was still sad. Its crazy I felt a longing to be back at the school. Don't get the story twisted. Im not a crazy lesbian with a crush on my previous teacher. That's gross. Its not like that. I just miss her. I like her she's like the best best friend I've vever had. She's like a mother. I want to hang out with her and do stuff and talk to jet about my problems. I guess iys a result of the horribly strange and distant relationship with my own mother. Its crazy. Ill finish this story later. P.s. Please excuse the errors. Im typing this from my phone at 2:45am. Plus these are mainly notes to myself
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Friday, December 3, 2010

Hmm... my first blog

So this is my first blog. I've always wanted to keep a journal. Not a diary, a journal. But I'm lazy and I lose inspiration quickly. Here goes another attempt at capturing my life through text. Today was great. I think I may have finally learned how to deal with my problem (ex-problem). I've been happy all day! I'm through with my assignments, only one final on the 13th. Not  a worry in the world. All smiles. Today I  played (and totally spanked) D. Posey in a cartoon contest. Hmm... I just read the blog of a certain person who in turn inspired me to write about my life and my many triumphs, failures, and memories.

I write love with my fingers
in more than one way
yet I have no paper
not a page in sight
not a soul to wake up
in the middle of the night
not a spirit to lift
with those 3 simple words
i'm on cloud 9 by myself
just me and the birds

That was the first poem I've written in a while.
Well, farewell, until we meet again.