I'm sorry, gah!

I have nothing to write about, but eli's getting upset.........let write something.....


I'm so sick of not being more
Tired of this facade
I need variety
My life is like a record, repeating itself over and over
There is no end to this madness
No finale to this suffering
I cant break out of my shell
People will know....Surprise!
I'm not who you thought I was
For years I played with a butter knife instead of taking hold of the sword
The cacoon is ripped
I'm set free
No Longer on the safe side
You'll see my true light
It grew dim before, prepare to see it blaze.....

Hahaha, I'm so lame. I based this whole thing on the butter knife line.....from eli, kinda, I changed it up a bit. Thanks, dad. You spurred stupid writing.


What have I even done lately that's worth talking about? Nothing...
I drew a picture of my mom this week, when she was a senior in H.S. Then I painted an oil picture of me and my sisters, when we were little, my first experience painting people, not the greatest, but not too bad for my first time. Last night I saw Brigadoon with my lady friend, Syd, and Hannah was there. Then we went to Toms, I just realized how we always call it "Tom's house" even if we are going with Hannah or something, at least I do. Anyways, we took Hannah home to Tom's house, and went in and said hi to the boys for a bit. Then Syd took me home and Alyssa and Megan came over and we talked and laughed and ate pizza, Then Syd left, I gave Lys her bday present...um.....we talked some more...gosh I'm lame. Then they left...thennnnnnnnn I came up here, and talked to Sydney for a bit, then I talked to Eli for a bit, then I went to bed, yay.

And here I am......you know how it is.

I shall leave you with a movie quote. (there are 2 people, obviously)

"I believe you are blushing, Mr. Big Artiste. I can't imagine Monsieur Monet blushing."
"He does landscapes."

Thanks for stopping by, San Diego.