i just found out that someone that i care about doesnt care about me at all. even if its just a friend, that still kind of hurts.
On a better note. i had a good weekend. i didnt even sleep in my own bed until 2 pm today, since thursday night that is. after work on friday picked up Ali and went to doug's. After i told my mom i was staying at britt's i went to and get some clothes. Juan, Doug, Brittney, other folkes and I chilled there until 5 when everyone left except for me and Niko. I woke up and left around 10, cleaned my room then went to work. After work i bought a shirt and went home. I went to juan's around 7 and we went to the dance from 8 to 11. after we picked up nadine and went back to doug's, Ali and his friends showed up and they smoked but nadine an i rolled to jack in the box. I really liked hanging out with her. After we got back it was just doug, nadine, juan, britt, niko, chuck, and myself. we all sat int he living room and talked for about 2 hours. but i was asleep one of those hours. so they kept trying to wake me up. it didnt work. when i came to this morning i noticed that mycold symptoms from the past 2 days had gotten about 5 times worse. so around 12 nadine and i went to the mall, and i asked my boss for the day off. nope, nobody could cover me. but they DID give me an hour off. whatever. so nadine and i ate panda then i took her home. I came home and napped then went to work from 5 to 8. it sucked. then after work i went to juans for about 30 minutes and we talked then i got cold and came home. here i am.
i wrote a poem for english. the requirements of the poem were; has to be about a transformation into an inanimate object.
here we go:
I walk along with all my friends
We laugh, joke, and run
But then my arm begins to bend
And suddenly this isn’t fun
My friends step back and stare at me
I feel as though Im falling
I grab a tree as my legs become weak
But my toes seem to be crawling
I can’t control my feet now
They are burrowing themselves in the dirt
My skin is trembling and my legs feel grounded
But this doesn’t even hurt.
My arms extend all by themselves.
And now my body is growing.
By now im planted in the ground
And my leaves are definetly showing.
Here I am another tree at the park.
What am I going to do?!
I’ll have to grow in the park I love,
And live twice as long as you!
the vocab sucks but its cool.
hay, this nyquil's kicking in. goodnight.
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