A CLUE!!!

A cat is a cat, except when it's a bat, a rat,a sat,a fat, a spat, a spot, a rot,a cot, a bed, a head, a red,a blue a shoe, a clue!!!

Someone New

I always love meeting someone new...a fresh face, an interesting start. I look around in crowds seeing if anyone looks like they would be interesting to know. I somehow always know which people would have the oddest personalities, even if they look normal. But starting to talk to an interesting person always ends up as odd-to-akward, i'm used to peolple starting to talk to me and start up a friendship not the other way around though. Anyway, I just started talking to this girl Yelena who has my A2 teacher for her Pre-Cal class (which i always visit in the effort to annoy the teacher), she's the perfect example of what i'm talkin about here. When I was visiting the class she stood out for some reason, despite not physically standing out (it's hard to explain). Despite her blendin in (yet standing out, still hard to explain) I knew she'd be interesting. So I start talking to her, see my other point, and I still think I made a very odd first impression (though i'm very odd i think i made a negatively odd first impression rather than my positively odd personality). I look forward to talking to her more and finding out just how strange she is. I might even see if she's worth asking out, though it'll take a bit before i'm sure of anything involving that. It just hit me, one of the things that stood out about her was her eyes...they looked like the eyes of my friend Ashley (the one who goes to FLC, not the shitload of other Ashleys i know), who was another person I thought would be interesting to talk to and was COMPLETEY right about.

My poem: Angel's Wings

Weep for angel wings of light
Tears for angel wings so bright
All heard the angel's screams of plight
As I cut off angel's wings last night
She screamed in pain, she screamed in fright
She cryed for angel's wings of white
Now the angel's gone insane
Her tears falling like endless rain
All your sympathy is in vain
For who here is truly to blame
I who hurt her and caused such shame?
Or You who never tried to end her pain?

Horror of that night (really Short Story i wrote a while back)

The house was quiet, there were no lights on. The young man walked to the bedroom silently, his nose twitched, there was a strnge yet familiar smell in the air. As he into the bedroom he turned on the light, only to be greeted by the grisly scene of two dead bodies. Their faces showed their terror while their mouths were gaped in horror. Their limbs were strewn about the room, heads decapitated and left sitting atop their torsos. For such a horrifying scene there was surprisingly little blood. As the young man stared at the scene a small frown appeared on his face. He turned to face the large man who wasn't there a moment ago. "If you keep misbehaving, I might just have to put a leash on you" the young man said in a quick, emotionless voice. "Sorry, I couldn't control myself" the taller man replied with a wide grin. This caused yet another frown to appear on the younger one's face. He motioned the tall man to follow him. With that, the two left the house, and the horrors which have taken place that night.

Is it so taboo?

I get so pissed when someone else mentions maureen and stuff, but i'm always bringing it up myself. It's not that i can't get over her (i am, though it took a bit), it's more of I can't get over that I ruined it all. I cheated on Her, it was MY fault.....The happiest I ever was.....oh well...suppose I should end this little blog for now.