BIIIIIRTHDAY. BUUURRRRTTHHDAY!

Happy birthday me tomorrow!

-------



OhMyGod.

Britney Spears - Piece of Me

I've been hearing about it nonstop since, like, before. Used to not see the reason why.

But now I do. *loves it* =))

Go Britney. I mean, you're pretty coo-coo and all, but srsly, gotta love you for this. :))

I just had to sing it aloud all day today. In the hallways, in the classrom, in the library, in the restroom, in the coputer lab.

Sorry na!

EW. Scratch that. Not using that term ever.

:))

-------

STUPID FEB 22.

Y'know, there are 365 1/4 days in a year. Why cram all the fun stuff on that day, huh? Universal conspirators, you suck.

-------

Oh, that reminds me. Thursday's Antony with a twist. Feck.

Kz, I'll just let time take care of it. :))

-------

"It isn't cool to make others suffer for your own shortcomings."

-------

Yo Nad, thanks for The Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Maps. It's pwetty!

-------

I don't like to use the word "ain't."

-------

Swimming at school

PROS:
I generally like swimming.
I get bonding time with peeps. :))
It's "Breaking Free." Nyahahahah. I love making that hirit.

(OH SHAYT. I just remembered - quiz on the history of swimming. WTF?)

CONS:
I hate revealing...things. (Omg, I just totally typo'd "thongs" before that. *snicker*)
I get to see Kari being all awesome at swimming. :)) BOO KARI! <3sU.

-------

Fill it in: I just stopped short of ___________.

I've been giggling a lot lately.

Like, a lot.

And by lately, I mean for the past 30 minutes.

Heehee!

-------

I giggled about things that should never be named. Like things that if you find out what, you'll lose all trust in me.

But don't worry.

I won't ever let you find out.

-------

Now.

I like the balcony.

I like cream-colored things, really. I also like glass. As well as moderately high places. I like air, too.

Someone talked to me there today. The short conversation was about responsibility.

Ugh, never mind, I don't want to write about it anymore. I hate talking about that.

-------

The cats. They're so friggin' fat. Both of them. They just took a bath this morning, too. Good job. Now I can't call them "smelly cat" insults for another two weeks.

Yep, takes them two weeks to get stinky again.

I should thank Manang for bathing them.

She's in the kitchen right now. I can hear her singing a song she probably just made up now. I like how she does that.

I should thank her for it.

-------

Conclusion?

"I told you so."

Sometimes, before she sleeps, a nagging thought lingers. Her mind races, unable to rest, as these thoughts provoke her straining imagination.

She falls asleep after a while, and in her dreams the thoughts come back. They haunt, they scare and make her shiver even in the warmth of the night.

Thoughts of smoke, and death, and blinding darkness. But more than that, thoughts of fire that does not glow, but ravages bodies caught between the living and the dead. The images project in the creeping night. These endless, torturing, burning thoughts, she wants nothing more than to make them stop. But she is already gone, her soul only waiting for her body to fall. No, these thoughts never will stop, and her body never pass. This prisoner, a living ghost.

She does not know that what the thoughts manage to veil from her weakened mind is the one who brings her agony. It drains the very last breath of her limp body for what is very far from the very last time. Its power daunts – this is the human conscience.

---

Oh, shit. I wrote that. Did I really just write that? Why did I write that? Holy crap, I freak me out.

Now, I want to know if what people write are reflections of their personality, or simply an effect of the influences of the outside world. Because DAMN, even if it wasn't like woah-level good, I am really creeped out that that just came out of my fingers. And in no less than 15 minutes, too.

Oh, DAAAAMMMN.