I love that feeling. That feeling where your entire body tenses up and you get this strange feeling that travels up from the small of your back, to the hair on your neck, which consequently causes it to stand up. It's a feeling in which a slight apprehensive grin supplies a perfect countermelody to the apparent consequence. Sometimes somebody has to catch you because the blood drains so quickly from your head.
Sadly, I haven't felt this feeling in a while, and I just felt like reminiscing.
You still have a BUSH & CHEYNEY 2004 sticker on the bumper of your car. Seriously, you won, get the fuck over yourself. How can you be proud of the fact that, being a Bush supporter from start to finish, you are one of the lowest functioning members of society? I'll bet that it's all this loyalist patriotism bull crap that you neo-cons talk about. Bush continually takes away more and more of our liberties. For example: The Patriot Act (AKA: The Alien and Sedition Acts part III). Because of your patriotism, you just sit there and obey your leader because he's your president. Guess what: President George Dubya is a person just like you, a very stupid person just like you, and is no more entitled to my respect than Osama Bin Laden or Sadaam Hussein.
Been this sick before. I have over a 104 degree fever which means my brains like frying My throat constantly feels like its swelling up And I'm just in pain like all over and cold then hot and shit
Somebody bring me a miracle drug. <3
Oh yeah, I'm hallucinating I looked outside and it was snowing But in reality its not
I really dont wanna call in sick to the first weekend of training And fucking Thanksgiving is tomorrow And my cancer ridden grandma is coming Argh I dont need this right now T_T
This is the first time in a long time that I've slept in past about...nine o' clock? Even when I'm sick I wake up a million times and then continue to go back to sleep. I only woke up at 8:45 when my alarm went off.
So like, I need to get back into my good typing habits, as in capitalizing my 'i's and using commas. Right now I'm totally using homerow and it's kinda hard for me. It's taking me about twice a long to type this, and now i've broken free. See, I use the same fingers, the only thing that I don't do, is use my thumb for the space bar. It's wayy to hard to when you type like I do. MOVING ON!
That was irrelivent, I'm sorry. I've been in the weirdest moods lately. I keep laughing about nothing, I'm like...I don't know. Mom's right, teenagers are fucked up. I hate hormones, and I hate people...well, not really, I hate certain people's actions.
But other people, I loveee. Those are the people that stand by my side no matter what I do, and then like, I can trust them, and tell them my crap, and they tell me their crap. The people that make me feel important, that I'm here for a reason, that I'm not a waste of space, that are proud of me. I love those people.
When it comes to romance? Hate it. It is fucked up. I'm know that one of the reasons I fall for people fast, is because I just want romance, like I want to be able to tell someone I love them every night, and hear it back. Ya know, but MEAN it. Like, when I say it, I mean it.
Like, what I feel towards these people...if it's NOT love, it's the closest thing I've felt, and I'm gonna relate that to it. There are only a few people that have made me feel that way. Rather two. Crushing is lame. But I do it a LOT. And I'm okay with that.
I just need to grow up and like, get out of Washburn. Get over to the east coast.
Just get out...
I also want to tell you that Tegan and Sara are my saviors. Their music has changed my feelings on evrything. Listen to them.
Their songs flood me. Their music override my blood in my veins, it IS my blood.
So he's spending the night at my house, and little does he realize how much he's leading me on. Goddammit, if you say that you're straight then act like it. I've had a thing for you for the longest time, and I want so bad for it to just go away. Please please please stop cuddling with me so you can joke around and turn me on. There's so much more going on than what's just in my pants.
It's my turn to apologize. I believe I already have. But we both had misconceptions of the others emotions. For that I say I'm sorry. And I know your sorry too. I'm happy everything worked out I don't think I could be without you <3
i recently got locked out of my house for going to a drag ball. sice i've left religion, my parents are becoming more and more violent in thier quest to force me back. i swear, one day my family will kidnap me and drag me there in chains. the scary part is that i am not exxagerating!