Sorry it's been so long! Here's something to entertain your eyes :P
I plan on reading it for a poetry slam next Friday *cough* which is also my birthday *cough*
Let me know what thou thinkest!
August Adrenaline
Do you remember that warm August night?
The look in your eyes,
How our laughter reached the skies?
I was yours, and you were mine,
Everything about you was divine.
What started with awkward hellos,
Turned into picnics in grassy meadows,
In the burning summer heat,
As our feet tapped to the beat,
Of Black Sabbath, Green Day,
Katy Perry's "The One that Got Away".
But the summer started to end,
I prayed I wouldn't lose my best friend.
You told me that wouldn't happen,
Not to us,
But that was a lie,
And it hit me like a speeding bus.
On that last day in August,
We acted like we were fine,
I was still yours, you were still mine.
We held on, even as August had gone.
September loomed, my eyes filled with gloom,
Or maybe just tears,
At the thought of you no longer being here.
Since then, it's been
Put-downs, "What if?"'s,
Endless guitar riffs,
In heartbreaking country songs,
As I sing along,
Trying hard not to cry,
As I remember that August night.
The fact that you weren't coming back slowly became true,
And then it was clear to me,
What I needed to do.
I need to break through,
Find truth,
Do anything to remind you,
Of that warm August night,
The look in your eyes,
How our laughter reached the skies,
Back when you were still mine.
Friday, December 9, 2011
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Let's Start A Riot!
So - really need to stop starting my posts with "so" - as like, one or two of you may know, I write for the school newspaper.
Well, technically I don't write for them considering their first issue is supposedly coming out at the end of this month and no one's started writing articles yet.
Anyways, I think I'm going to drop out. Here's why: (Yes, I'm venting again)
1) They rejected my idea.
Yeah, yeah, I know I sound like a little kid, but seriously. It's not cool. My idea was to write an article on teen suicide. And this is what they said about it "It's too serious." "It's too sensitive." "It's too depressing." "We don't want to scare people away with our first issue."
What the hell? This is exactly the kind of attitude suicidal teenager need -NOT! Honestly, I've had suicidal issues before, and quite frankly if I went to someone for help and they were like "Oh, we can't help you because it's a sensitive subject." (which basically means "We don't want to help you because we're scared of suicidal teenagers") I would probably be dead right now.
Which is why I want this bullshit to stop. Which is why I joined the school newspaper. So I could raise awareness about this kind of stuff and help make it stop!
But nobody gives a shit. It's the truth. I'm gonna have to face it sooner or later. AND IT REALLY PISSES ME OFF but I'm just going to have to live with it.
Okay, I tried it, and I can't live with it. SERIOUSLY THERE ARE SO MANY FUCKING KIDS OUT THERE WHO ARE BULLIED EVERY SINGLE FUCKING DAY WHO ARE SO CLOSE TO KILLING THEMSELVES AND THEY DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO AND THEY DON'T WANT TO REACH OUT TO ANYBODY SO WE NEED TO HELP THESE KIDS. THEY AREN'T GOING TO SPEAK UP BECAUSE THEY KNOW NOBODY GIVES A SHIT. WE NEED TO SHOW THEM THAT WE DO GIVE A SHIT! GIVE A FUCKING SHIT PEOPLE!
Sorry. Really passionate subject. Let's move on now :)
2) They're really exclusive.
My sister's always telling me that wherever I go in life, things will always be exclusive. But really, on the school newspaper there are less than 30 of us, so we really should be sticking together. But today, I was alone, since none of my friends could make it, so I ended up sitting in a corner alone, though I really should be used to it by now. No one invited me to go sit with them. Though I guess I could've asked to sit with someone, but ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ like I said up there nobody gives a shit. Even though this is a different subject people still don't give a shit.
3) They're extremely disorganized.
There's one girl who's in charge of the whole newspaper, which I don't really understand but oh well. There's a teacher who watches over her but he really doesn't do anything. So this girl is all like "e-mail me your ideas and I'll let you know if it's a yes or no". So I'm like, okay, I'll e-mail her. So I e-mail her my idea on Saturday I think it was and I wait. And get nothing. And wait. And still get nothing. So I keep checking up until the day before our next meeting (which was yesterday) and I check my e-mail again. NO-FUCKING-THING! I send her the same e-mail again adding a message that was something like this "I didn't think you got my e-mail so I sent it again.... I get that you're busy since you have a lot of people to e-mail back but I'd really appreciate it if you could get around to e-mailing me back. Thanks." Kind of bitchy, I know, but what else am I to do?
And it's not even like it's the wrong e-mail address. Everyone who's a part of the newspaper gets e-mails from her every week reminding them about upcoming meetings. And my friends all get replies back, so I don't know what this is.
Okay. Well. She did e-mail me back. But really late at night. Which isn't very nice. I mean, I go to bed quite early and I don't have time to check it in the morning. So yeah. But still.
What am I supposed to write about? Dammit! I need to get with my photographer and talk to her.
Ugh. I'd rather be doing Slam Poetry right now. That overlaps with the school newspaper meetings so that's why I couldn't do it in the first place. But yeah.
I have an idea for a novel though. Which sucks cause I have another idea for a novel and an idea for a short story and I should really get those sorted out soon so I can have some kind of organization.
Well, technically I don't write for them considering their first issue is supposedly coming out at the end of this month and no one's started writing articles yet.
Anyways, I think I'm going to drop out. Here's why: (Yes, I'm venting again)
1) They rejected my idea.
Yeah, yeah, I know I sound like a little kid, but seriously. It's not cool. My idea was to write an article on teen suicide. And this is what they said about it "It's too serious." "It's too sensitive." "It's too depressing." "We don't want to scare people away with our first issue."
What the hell? This is exactly the kind of attitude suicidal teenager need -NOT! Honestly, I've had suicidal issues before, and quite frankly if I went to someone for help and they were like "Oh, we can't help you because it's a sensitive subject." (which basically means "We don't want to help you because we're scared of suicidal teenagers") I would probably be dead right now.
Which is why I want this bullshit to stop. Which is why I joined the school newspaper. So I could raise awareness about this kind of stuff and help make it stop!
But nobody gives a shit. It's the truth. I'm gonna have to face it sooner or later. AND IT REALLY PISSES ME OFF but I'm just going to have to live with it.
Okay, I tried it, and I can't live with it. SERIOUSLY THERE ARE SO MANY FUCKING KIDS OUT THERE WHO ARE BULLIED EVERY SINGLE FUCKING DAY WHO ARE SO CLOSE TO KILLING THEMSELVES AND THEY DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO AND THEY DON'T WANT TO REACH OUT TO ANYBODY SO WE NEED TO HELP THESE KIDS. THEY AREN'T GOING TO SPEAK UP BECAUSE THEY KNOW NOBODY GIVES A SHIT. WE NEED TO SHOW THEM THAT WE DO GIVE A SHIT! GIVE A FUCKING SHIT PEOPLE!
Sorry. Really passionate subject. Let's move on now :)
2) They're really exclusive.
My sister's always telling me that wherever I go in life, things will always be exclusive. But really, on the school newspaper there are less than 30 of us, so we really should be sticking together. But today, I was alone, since none of my friends could make it, so I ended up sitting in a corner alone, though I really should be used to it by now. No one invited me to go sit with them. Though I guess I could've asked to sit with someone, but ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ like I said up there nobody gives a shit. Even though this is a different subject people still don't give a shit.
3) They're extremely disorganized.
There's one girl who's in charge of the whole newspaper, which I don't really understand but oh well. There's a teacher who watches over her but he really doesn't do anything. So this girl is all like "e-mail me your ideas and I'll let you know if it's a yes or no". So I'm like, okay, I'll e-mail her. So I e-mail her my idea on Saturday I think it was and I wait. And get nothing. And wait. And still get nothing. So I keep checking up until the day before our next meeting (which was yesterday) and I check my e-mail again. NO-FUCKING-THING! I send her the same e-mail again adding a message that was something like this "I didn't think you got my e-mail so I sent it again.... I get that you're busy since you have a lot of people to e-mail back but I'd really appreciate it if you could get around to e-mailing me back. Thanks." Kind of bitchy, I know, but what else am I to do?
And it's not even like it's the wrong e-mail address. Everyone who's a part of the newspaper gets e-mails from her every week reminding them about upcoming meetings. And my friends all get replies back, so I don't know what this is.
Okay. Well. She did e-mail me back. But really late at night. Which isn't very nice. I mean, I go to bed quite early and I don't have time to check it in the morning. So yeah. But still.
What am I supposed to write about? Dammit! I need to get with my photographer and talk to her.
Ugh. I'd rather be doing Slam Poetry right now. That overlaps with the school newspaper meetings so that's why I couldn't do it in the first place. But yeah.
I have an idea for a novel though. Which sucks cause I have another idea for a novel and an idea for a short story and I should really get those sorted out soon so I can have some kind of organization.
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
The nerve!
Sorry it's been so long bloggees! I've missed you! Especially Ann- if you're reading this, please don't hate me :)
So basically, I need to vent. So that's what I'mma be doing in this post. Venting. If you don't want to listen to me vent, feel free to leave now :) No hard feelings.
So yesterday, I got my overall mark for English. It dropped from a 85 to a 83, which isn't that bad when you think about it. I mean half of the class is failing, so I think it's pretty good. So I showed it to my mom, who happens to be a typical semi-Indian parent, no matter how hard she tries not to, and it went something like this:
"Hey mom, look at my English mark."
"WHAT? What happened to the 85?"
"Nothing. 83's pretty good though."
"No it isn't. You should be getting 90's, 100's, 110's. There's always room for improvement."
"Um, you should be happy, the class average is 43."
"SO? You should be getting 1000's!"
"Fine then. Maybe instead of volunteering at the library tomorrow night I should stay home and study, for nothing. CAUSE I HAVE NOTHING TO STUDY FOR!!"
"That's nice honey. Don't you have a drama presentation tomorrow to practice for?"
Heh, convenient how she remembers things when they work in honor of her. I've never really liked my mom. I want to move in with my dad. Maybe once I'm done high school....
And then if that wasn't bad enough, today, I found out that this girl has been talking shit about me.
Now, let me give you some background info on her:
I'm gonna call her K - her first initial.
I've known her for 2-3 years now, and in that time span, she's always had a boyfriend. Not that same one either, like, 5 or 6 different ones. Which I think is pretty bad. We're only freshmen -EEK!
And she's also very pretty - I won't lie. But her boobs are like, totally fake. God. And she's kinda smart. Academically, she's quite above average, like me, but most of the time she acts like a ditz. And she's always talking about bullshit. Like phones or manicures or sports - she's extremely athletic too - or boys or bra sizes, the last is actually the one she talks about most :/
And she likes acting, like me. Well, not as much as me. But yeah. Earlier this year we were in a play together and we both auditioned for the main role, we were the only two, and she got it. And it was her first time ever being in a play. Whereas it was my 3rd or 4th.
So, to recap, K is everything I'm not, pretty much. She's better than me. I get it. I've accepted it. No biggie. Not that I'd want to have a ton of boyfriends and boobs so big they look fake.
Anyways, getting on with it. A friend of mine, unfortunately sits behind her in English, so they were talking about their marks today. The same one that my mom got pissed at me for. And K was talking to my friend, and according to my friend it went like this:
K: I probably have the highest mark in the class, again. 89, pretty high (seriously, she talks like that)
My Friend (let's call her Z) : I wouldn't be so sure, Ritz is pretty smart too, and English is like, her home turf.
K: Ugh, Ritz. She's such an attention hog, and everytime I pass her a ball or something in gym she'll be like "EEEE" And she's always in frickin crisis mode everytime we do a test in this class. Like what the fuck is that all about?
Z: o_O
Me? An attention hog? I sit in the back of the class, in my dark clothing, with a book every single day, refusing to talk to anyone. What the heck? And the "EEE" thing? I mean, yeah, I do that sometimes, but only because things catch me off guard, and some people in our classes think it's pretty damn funny! And Crisis Mode? Yeah, so what? Like she isn't freaked out about our tests? That lying bitch.
And people still come up to me (well the ones who know) and our like "Hey Ritz, why did you try to kill yourself?" and then I'll tell them that everyone judged me and that I was bullied and they'll be like "What? By who?" and I'll tell them that it was people like K and they'll be like "K? But she's so nice!" And I'll be like "Shoot me now..."
So that's why I'm pissed. I mean, I'm like a worm in the high school food chain, so why would the cheetah at the top feel the need to push me down even more? And she acts like she's the shit and she knows everything about everyone. It's like "Um, no you don't. You don't know shit about me bitch." To her I'm some, attention-hogging, annoying, little kid. She's the same fucking age as me. Just because I don't have a boyfriend who's a Junior, doesn't make me any less younger than you. In fact, I think it makes me more mature because I don't need a douchebag to make me happy.
Now, I feel bad about trash talking her, but I need to get it out one way or another, and I doubt she's in to blogs: "Blogs are for gay people." Yeah, you know what, she's right. I'm gay. Somewhat. Bisexual. So what? (yet another secret I have to live with- I can't come out to the people around me, I'll get shit everywhere I go - as if I don't get enough already)
But yeah, there's my rant. You don't have to pay attention to it. Doesn't matter. You don't even have to read it. It's all good.
So basically, I need to vent. So that's what I'mma be doing in this post. Venting. If you don't want to listen to me vent, feel free to leave now :) No hard feelings.
So yesterday, I got my overall mark for English. It dropped from a 85 to a 83, which isn't that bad when you think about it. I mean half of the class is failing, so I think it's pretty good. So I showed it to my mom, who happens to be a typical semi-Indian parent, no matter how hard she tries not to, and it went something like this:
"Hey mom, look at my English mark."
"WHAT? What happened to the 85?"
"Nothing. 83's pretty good though."
"No it isn't. You should be getting 90's, 100's, 110's. There's always room for improvement."
"Um, you should be happy, the class average is 43."
"SO? You should be getting 1000's!"
"Fine then. Maybe instead of volunteering at the library tomorrow night I should stay home and study, for nothing. CAUSE I HAVE NOTHING TO STUDY FOR!!"
"That's nice honey. Don't you have a drama presentation tomorrow to practice for?"
Heh, convenient how she remembers things when they work in honor of her. I've never really liked my mom. I want to move in with my dad. Maybe once I'm done high school....
And then if that wasn't bad enough, today, I found out that this girl has been talking shit about me.
Now, let me give you some background info on her:
I'm gonna call her K - her first initial.
I've known her for 2-3 years now, and in that time span, she's always had a boyfriend. Not that same one either, like, 5 or 6 different ones. Which I think is pretty bad. We're only freshmen -EEK!
And she's also very pretty - I won't lie. But her boobs are like, totally fake. God. And she's kinda smart. Academically, she's quite above average, like me, but most of the time she acts like a ditz. And she's always talking about bullshit. Like phones or manicures or sports - she's extremely athletic too - or boys or bra sizes, the last is actually the one she talks about most :/
And she likes acting, like me. Well, not as much as me. But yeah. Earlier this year we were in a play together and we both auditioned for the main role, we were the only two, and she got it. And it was her first time ever being in a play. Whereas it was my 3rd or 4th.
So, to recap, K is everything I'm not, pretty much. She's better than me. I get it. I've accepted it. No biggie. Not that I'd want to have a ton of boyfriends and boobs so big they look fake.
Anyways, getting on with it. A friend of mine, unfortunately sits behind her in English, so they were talking about their marks today. The same one that my mom got pissed at me for. And K was talking to my friend, and according to my friend it went like this:
K: I probably have the highest mark in the class, again. 89, pretty high (seriously, she talks like that)
My Friend (let's call her Z) : I wouldn't be so sure, Ritz is pretty smart too, and English is like, her home turf.
K: Ugh, Ritz. She's such an attention hog, and everytime I pass her a ball or something in gym she'll be like "EEEE" And she's always in frickin crisis mode everytime we do a test in this class. Like what the fuck is that all about?
Z: o_O
Me? An attention hog? I sit in the back of the class, in my dark clothing, with a book every single day, refusing to talk to anyone. What the heck? And the "EEE" thing? I mean, yeah, I do that sometimes, but only because things catch me off guard, and some people in our classes think it's pretty damn funny! And Crisis Mode? Yeah, so what? Like she isn't freaked out about our tests? That lying bitch.
And people still come up to me (well the ones who know) and our like "Hey Ritz, why did you try to kill yourself?" and then I'll tell them that everyone judged me and that I was bullied and they'll be like "What? By who?" and I'll tell them that it was people like K and they'll be like "K? But she's so nice!" And I'll be like "Shoot me now..."
So that's why I'm pissed. I mean, I'm like a worm in the high school food chain, so why would the cheetah at the top feel the need to push me down even more? And she acts like she's the shit and she knows everything about everyone. It's like "Um, no you don't. You don't know shit about me bitch." To her I'm some, attention-hogging, annoying, little kid. She's the same fucking age as me. Just because I don't have a boyfriend who's a Junior, doesn't make me any less younger than you. In fact, I think it makes me more mature because I don't need a douchebag to make me happy.
Now, I feel bad about trash talking her, but I need to get it out one way or another, and I doubt she's in to blogs: "Blogs are for gay people." Yeah, you know what, she's right. I'm gay. Somewhat. Bisexual. So what? (yet another secret I have to live with- I can't come out to the people around me, I'll get shit everywhere I go - as if I don't get enough already)
But yeah, there's my rant. You don't have to pay attention to it. Doesn't matter. You don't even have to read it. It's all good.
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
He thinks I'm a freak Ann, he thinks I'm a goddamn freak!
He won't even reply to my reply! What the hell?
Why do I let myself do this? Every single freaking time! I don't know what's wrong with me! This is why I hate myself Ann! BLARG!
I just don't have that charm that you and other relatively normal people do. I'm a freak. I'm a goddamn freak.
DAMN IT!
I should just go die.
Why do I let myself do this? Every single freaking time! I don't know what's wrong with me! This is why I hate myself Ann! BLARG!
I just don't have that charm that you and other relatively normal people do. I'm a freak. I'm a goddamn freak.
DAMN IT!
I should just go die.
If you tell anyone Ann.... anyone at all.... AVADA KEDAVRA!
So, Ann. I don't know how to say this. It's happened before though, on Quizilla. Which makes no sense cause Quizilla is stupid as... nevermind.
Anyways, basically, what happens is, there'll be a guy. (Always a guy) And he'll be different. Like, let's say, he'll write poetry. (Please just tell me you know where I'm going with this so I don't have to actually type it cause then that'll make it real and ughhhh)
So, I'll read all his poems, figure he's a nice guy. Work up the guts to talk to him. Become friends. (Well, maybe not friends but acquaintances)
Ann! Why are you so sadistic? Grr!
And then, I guess.. even though I know I'll never meet him, and never be worthy of him and all that... I guess I just...
fall for him.
EEEE I HATE YOU ANN! Well, not really, but yeah.
Anyways, basically, what happens is, there'll be a guy. (Always a guy) And he'll be different. Like, let's say, he'll write poetry. (Please just tell me you know where I'm going with this so I don't have to actually type it cause then that'll make it real and ughhhh)
So, I'll read all his poems, figure he's a nice guy. Work up the guts to talk to him. Become friends. (Well, maybe not friends but acquaintances)
Ann! Why are you so sadistic? Grr!
And then, I guess.. even though I know I'll never meet him, and never be worthy of him and all that... I guess I just...
fall for him.
EEEE I HATE YOU ANN! Well, not really, but yeah.
Friday, July 8, 2011
Hmm.... hmmm..... HMMMMM
So, while on vacation, I got a new novel idea. It isn't fully developed yet and this preview does NOT sound like a story about murders and a planetarium (yes, yes, that's what it's about). This preview makes it sound like a love story, which it is in a way but I want the murders and the planetarium to be the main focus here! Anyways, just wanted to know what you think. I bet it's total and utter bullshit. But I say that about everything I write, and I'm probably right. I don't know. Whatever. Just read: (I would say Just Listen, but you can't really listen now- HEY! LISTEN!- sorry, had to, inside joke *winks at Miya* you can just ignore this crap in the brackets now if you want)
Me thinks I'mma call it Under the Stars
Keep in mind, I haven't had that much experience writing in this tense, and the story's kind of different from others I've written. So chances are it is bullshit. Oh well, I need something to do with my time, may as well fill it with bullshit. Cause bullshit's fucking awesome!
I would call myself a nerd or a dork right now, but I don't think they swear so I'm just going to stick with this:
I NEED A LIFE.
In a TV show I was watching there was a girl named "Anita Life" HAHAHA!
My name's actually pretty close to Anita, now if only my last name was Life.... hahaha
Me thinks I'mma call it Under the Stars
Prologue
10:47. I sigh, the next bus is at eleven. I shake my head and take a seat on the bench.
A while later someone walks towards the bus stop. I sense his presence before he sits, but I wait until he is seated to look at him.
“Hi,” he says. I smile; this is nothing new to us, we’ve been doing it all summer.
“I’m leaving,” I tell him. His eyebrow rises.
“Really?” I nod.
“Well then,” he says, “I’ll miss you, Girl from Room 711.”
That’s been his nickname for me since the day he saw me. We don’t know each other’s real names. That’s okay with us though; we figure we’ll never see each other again anyways.
“I’ll miss you too, Boy from Room 713.” I take in his dark hair and bright eyes one last time. Then the bus arrives. I step forward while reaching into my bag to get my change. He grabs my hand before I can.
“Wait,” he says, biting his lip. He apologizes to the driver, saying he’ll only take a minute.
“Be careful,” he tells me. I roll my eyes.
“I’ve course I’ll be care-“ he cuts me off by kissing me. I am in shock at first, but then I turn into fluid in his arms.
“Nobody is safe,” he kisses my forehead gently, letting his lips linger before letting go of me completely.
“Even under the stars.” He whispers this, so I can barely hear him.
I wonder what he means by that, but the driver is getting impatient. I apologize and step on the bus. I take a seat near the window.
I watch him step out of the flickering light of the lamppost and disappear into the night. I think I see him raise his hand before he goes, maybe to make a gesture towards the stars, as if to prove his point.
Eventually I let myself fall asleep; telling myself it must’ve been my imagination.
Keep in mind, I haven't had that much experience writing in this tense, and the story's kind of different from others I've written. So chances are it is bullshit. Oh well, I need something to do with my time, may as well fill it with bullshit. Cause bullshit's fucking awesome!
I would call myself a nerd or a dork right now, but I don't think they swear so I'm just going to stick with this:
I NEED A LIFE.
In a TV show I was watching there was a girl named "Anita Life" HAHAHA!
My name's actually pretty close to Anita, now if only my last name was Life.... hahaha
Monday, June 27, 2011
CHAPTER ONE IS DONE!
I left Jess’ house muttering “good riddance” under my breath. Luckily, since it was so late, nobody was out of their house. This means that nobody noticed me. That gave brownie points to me because a) someone would wonder what happened between Jessica and me or b) people would be intimidated by my appearance.
I’m not that scary looking really. I just like to wear eyeliner which makes people think I’m really in touch with my feminine side. Most of the time, they think I’m gay. Like that doesn’t make me feel even worse about myself.
As I turned onto Colin’s driveway, I pushed all thoughts like that out of my head. Then I walked around the house to Colin’s window while trying to stay quiet. Unlike Jess, Colin lived with his parents.
When I found it I searched the area for pebbles or something I could throw to get him to notice me. It seems the odds were in my favour; the Fletcher-De Luca's had a fish pond at the side of their house and there were a lot of pebbles nearby.
My aim wasn’t the greatest (I’m not much of an athlete) but I managed to hit my target about five times or so. On the thirteenth try I saw a light turn on in his room. Then the window was opening and he was leaning out.
“The fuck...?” He mumbled, still groggy from whatever pornographic dream he was having that night.
“The fuck...?” He mumbled, still groggy from whatever pornographic dream he was having that night.
“Colin!” I whisper-hissed, “It’s Lysander!”
“Lys?” I saw his eyebrows raise an inch. Then he motioned towards the front door and signalled that he’d be there in a minute. I went around the house to meet him there.
Colin opened the door and then stepped outside. He was wearing his mom’s pink slippers. I rolled my eyes.
“What the hell’s going on now?” He asked me. I explained it to him quickly, ignoring all the questions he had. Then I asked him one of my own.
“Will you come with me?”
Colin hesitated, and then looked down at the slippers, then up at the balcony above us that led to his parent’s room, and then back at me.
Colin hesitated, and then looked down at the slippers, then up at the balcony above us that led to his parent’s room, and then back at me.
“Yeah, okay, what the hell?” I smiled. I knew Colin would say yes. He would do practically anything to get himself out there and into the world of music.
He wanted to be a musician, but the problem was, he couldn’t sing. He was an amazing guitarist, hell, he was better than me and I hated him for it. Colin never realized that his singing was off-tune; he always thought he was wonderful at it. He didn’t even notice when a girl turned him down after he sang an original song to her. “Ehh,” He had said, “She’s fat anyways.”
Now, at exactly four thirty-seven in the morning, on the day after my eighteenth birthday, my best friend and I were driving down the highway in my father’s pick-up truck.
“Where are we going?” Colin asked me, after we had made sure there was enough gas to last us a while.
“No clue, where do you want to go?”
Colin didn’t hesitate. “California.” He said, his eyes sparkling.
I took one hand off the steering wheel so I could pick up my Coke can and clink it against his.
“Sounds like a plan.”
HAHAHA! Sorry, last bit reminds me of Simple Plan. And I just listened to the french version Jet Lag, which I actually understood! And not cause I've heard the English one too, cause some of the French lyrics are different!
And I've been listening to this too:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rK04Q6AFQTEAnd I've been listening to this too:
Don't you love it when two of your favourite singers do a collaboration??? :)
AND MY GRADUATION'S TOMORROW! YAY!
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