are you a stranger despite these multiple years?

"what is there to do? it's a friday night and there's nothing worthwhile in our sights."
beside me sits an empty passenger's seat.
but I still feel you as faintly as I feel the buildings below this overpass,
countless times I have seen their lights and exteriors.
but never have I attempted to step foot in, to claim them as a part of me.
can't I be a part of you? to trace the blueprints
to fix any of the paint chips.
however I am a mere driver, no trained professional at mending.

one day, I will cease to be a transporter of just your body.
one day, I will see what is truly contained inside of the tiny forms below.
to make sense and make this real.
but for now, it is a lowely friday night and my body screams for a bed alone.

Last night, I was "woken" up by my aunt at midnight because I was screaming/whimpering/making strange noises. I say woken with quotations because I thought I was in a dream. Anyway, I had a fever of 102+ and my body was attempting to break the fever, I suppose, because I was violently shaking. The fact that I had a fan on didn't help, but I was shaking too hard to be able to turn it off. It was terrible. But my aunt came in and turned it off and held me until I stopped shaking. Whenever I'm sick, I regret to say, I act like I am around 3 years old. Anyway, by noon I finally had gotten rid of the fever and all.
But my mom is home now.
and I'm not really allowed to be near her because if I get her sick, she might die.
sometimes, it's really hard to know that your mother might not even see you complete your junior year in high school.
I try not to think of it.

metaphorically, could you see then?

imagine this;
the ocean is so beautiful.
but this boat is too weak to hold back from sinking in.
yet the waves are insisting to thrash the form around,
fish screaming for no more invaders.
a confused captain.
a frightened shark nibbling at the failed propeller
just because what else is there to do?

invision this;
il y a du vent. (it is windy)
this kid clings to a sliver of yarn.
but the kite is too jumbled to do anything else but pull.
upward and outward, it flails with the wind,
not meaning to lick the clouds.
an unraveling.
fingers loosen the grip, thoughts to cease the strain
but it'll either snap or float away.

foresee this;
a classroom full of books.
various subjects and knowledge.
but even the computer will not give me an answer.
how shall this heart venture from its B to your A,
the switch does nothing.
a few flickers.
the lightbulb shivers from being so far from the other
but it'll glow either way.

I was never a story teller
but I cannot help but see the parallel of this to you & i.

so love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal.

I forgot the password to this.

I wonder if I'll even use this to actually..blog.

Hm. I prefer vlogs to be frank. Perhaps because it's easier for everyone else, for the human race has declined in their passion for reading.

anyway, yeah, I have this thing called PhlashYo! and you can check it out at www.youtube.com/phlashyo because, I know you want to?
Maybe?



But I suppose I can say a few things.

Pre-Calculus is not my best friend.

I bought a pair of shoes that costed 80 dollars.
Which is how much my other three kicks cost in total.
But so worth it, after all..they're Tegan and Sara shoes. Sara's to be specific;

I can't wait for UPS to deliver them to me.
Plus, I don't have any pairs of white shoes. (But even if all I had were white shoes, I'd still buy them)

I haven't been to IYG for a few weeks and I really miss all of the cutefaces that became my pals there ): hopefully I'll get to go this week. Unless I have to stay late at Domino's.
It's such a boring job. But I get paid for doing nothing, so it's okay.

I've been writing more poetry because I've been talking to John more and he keeps showing me his poems and it's really gotten me to start writing again...just so I can show him mine.

My car's been making strange, bus engine-like, noises lately. D: It's not the smooth operator it used to be. But it's only been a year, so that can't be good. But then again...I've been driving a lot. Oops.

Tonight Blink 182, as a band, is going to be on the Grammys to present an award. Which is lovely. But I probably will miss it because I'll either be asleep or completely forget. It doesn't matter, since it'll be somewhere on the internet anyway.

Since I told Chicka about all the horrendous grammar and format mistakes in the FINAL drafts for Harb for our last issue (she saw them too, considering she goes through them to give out grades haha), we're doing a "LOL THIS HOW YOU WRITE, LAMER" day this week. But a lot of people on staff have given me glares, because it led to Chicka being all "grr" and telling people that if they format a quote wrong (ie: "I like biscuits" said Ashley Dye, 11 instead of the proper "I like biscuits" Ashley Dye, junior, said.) they're going to get a zero on their story.
But whatever, if they had to go through all of the stories and see so many mistakes like that, they'd shoot their brains out too.


I am so bored, sometimes.