TheNicestThing

I'll start out this post like I start out every other post.
I need to post more :P

Something I'm learning lately is that time goes on. No matter what happens, or is in your mind or the memories you have, it won't ever happen again and time goes on. Recently it seems that time is going by too quickly. I want to savor each moment I get to enjoy, and forget the rest.

School is starting to piss me off. People are stupid and dramatic, teachers are also stupid and dramatic. We had TAKS last Tuesday (it's Texas Standardized Tests, not sure what TAKS stands for though...) and so we only had 20 minute class periods. Of course, in my spanish class the prissy little bitch of a teacher gives us three pages of translating and a worksheet. WHY!

So this is kind of becoming my second writing journal, so I'm going to put up some things I wrote in my Creative Writing journal.

This first one is an assignment I had to do for English. We had to write one page of lined paper on a creative prompt. I chose a prompt where I had to take one of my favorite songs and "Bring it to life," whatever that means. Did I succeed? I don't know, you judge. The song is Little Secrets by Passion Pit.

We all jumped together as one. The walls came crumbling. The music blew our hair back, the beats making our hearts pulse as one. No one has to know where we are, what we're doing, or who we're with. After all, you proudly shame your whole family's name.
Before this all, we were painting rainbows on my ugly face, for I built this cardboard neighborhood's disgrace.
Why can't everything be beautiful? It's the way I see everything I need, it's the way to be.
Now we're here, so let this be our little secret. Let's dance and laugh. No one needs to know we're feeling higher and higher. Now I feel alive, I feel it in me. Up and up, we'll keep on climbing higher and higher.
There are colors everywhere and you can't explain as your "friends" complain. None of it matters anymore, e yourself and be happy with who you are.
And now you can't help but ignore the people staring at your scars. Your mother thought once there was a power she was wielding, but you're free now.
Let this be our little secret, no one needs to know we're feeling higher and higher. I feel alive and I feel it in me, up and up we just keep climbing higher and higher.
They all tumbled into me, I shook them off of me. If the ride should bump me to oblivion, at least I'll be happy.

Ok, so there's that. Here's my second option but it's not nearly as good: The Answer by Blue October

People use my open mind and understanding, then they leave. I know them all so well, they say they know me, like I'm an open book. There's a part of me seeking and desperately needing to open up. Well that's strange because I'm an "Open book." You don't know me, you don't want me. You only come to me because no one else cares.
I'm an automatic steeple for depressed and lonely people, and the only funny thing is I don't know how to give myself advice.
I thought maybe you could be my friend, but even you betrayed me and left me. People come and go as they please, not once asking if I'm okay, or what's on my mind.
In my head, there's some shelves that need cleaning from basement to ceiling: control.
You say I'm an open book, well that's just great. I'm an open book, but I'm really shy.
You're so easy, God wrapped you like a bow. Something different needs to happen, and that's the answer.
The answer is quite the opposite of who I am. I need to be careless, and live my own life.
I'm going to open up and find the answer within myself.

So that's that. I feel like this post is getting long, so I have to add my little bit of cheesyness in here.


It's our six month anniversary tomorrow, so if he reads this: Happy Anniversary Babe :) I love you


Ok, that's it I promise!
Goodnight Quiet City!
~LadyWar~