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i’m giving you this umbrella and wishing you safety and love, but it is time we part ways. it has been a great journey.
i know what your thinking.
and if you are ever in need of a good song, but grow tired of fall out boy, i suggest Senses Fail, their best song and one i dedicate it to you, Calling All Cars.
hopefully, we at least had a few good laughs. it’s time however, to go back to real life.
-my last loves going out-NOW- hope ya caught em. peace.
Side Note: i know what your thinking, “i just shit my pants!!!” dood that sucks, good luck cleaning that out. Good bye my good friend, i will remember these times as pleasant ones, where sleep was foreign and laughs were often. Savor these last words of mine, until i become famous and you can hear my words whenever you choose. Im so sorry it had to end this way, this terrible way…but get over it. =/. =p. lol, i know you will.
final score.
INIDANS : WON!!!! [duh, because were awesome]
GLASSES : ZERO!!!! [because i will always win, biotch]
Even the words as i write this hesitate before entering the world.
Now it seems i have two different planets side by side that speak two different languages, and i alone am set to the task of making them reconnect.
The first one is planet earth, with all its people,glory, shame, ideas, and pictures upon it. It is the realm of constant-ly changing into the same.
The second is the one i have somehow created it is my ideas, thoughts, needs & wants. It is very opinionated and can be hard to persuade.
As i sit on my porch stairs i watch as a small glimpse of daily life travels by me. I sit and question the reasoning for what used to be part of my own daily procedure.
I’m trying to imagine myself back in that world, and as looking at a puzzles edges of how the individual pieces fit together you see that they all match up perfectly, but by color and design you can see that this piece does not belong there. Even when you zoom out and the picture is more diverse it still seems a bit off key.
The second planet is one strange and foreign, at least to anyone else reading this. On this foreign plant you should know that during the day the stars shine by way of eyes, and at night the sun does not go down, a symbol of peace and hope.
At times it is known that the two worlds will never coexist peacefully side by side, this is a fierce sign of chaos: when chairs are upturned and suspicion roams the lands below. every noise is a reason to jump, in fright, and every word a new plot for destruction These times are the troubled ones in which i now live. I alone am here to with stand the pain, help where it is needed and endure all great hardships. I am the one who must clam the tides of uncertainty and restore freedom.
- My name is Shelley Michelle
- I am currently a loner [because of circumstances]
- I in general love people
- I am a happy by nature girl under to much stress
- weather or not you keep the “common area clean” has nothing to do with how polite a person is. not all polite people keep the “common area clean” completely.
- Could this world handle any more stupidity? please do not associate my lazy cleaning habits with how nice i am to people. the two don’t decipher each other.
- I miss living easy.
- I want true happiness.
So, i don’t know what’s going to happen from here on out, but i’ve realized that- hey, you just can’t make every body happy, so right now shoot for yourself then along the way hopefully you can bring up some one else, and that will be THE ABSOLUTE BEST!!!!
but once someone makes up their mind all you can do is let them realize their mistake and help them out with they fall.
i just hope i can get that little bit of happiness back that i never had.
if you’ve randomly been reading up on my recent random bulletins about nothing in particular, then you might remember me saying something about not needing a game plan for starting a fire.
well, you don’t – it just really helps.
Here’s how you start a fire without a game plan.
[or how i did]
paper, alot of paper, then smaller pieces of wood
& a blow torch.
burn the paper/card board/ whatever you can come up with
hopefully this will last for more than a few seconds
if it doesn’t like mine
you need more
when you run out of mac and cheese boxs
feel free to use old school work or something that in general burns quickly
once you start getting the larger piece’s of wood burning, thats when you know you’ve got it.
for me, it took probably about an hour, give or take a few,
it’s because modern day indians
or at leat me
just suck at building a fire.
i mainly think its because the white men have washed
most of the magic outta my blood.
those bastards. 
lol, jk.
[disclaimer for any violent or offensive info. not intentional offense, just funny in a rude way]
Seriously. I’d like to know.
I think I’m my biggest problem.
How do you just say “FUCK IT”
and live how you want to
despite what other people say.
How do you just ignore it?
Have i got it wrong..?
am i just supposed to change it somehow?
do i…?
I think it’s just because i’ve always had a certain way
of being told who to be
now i don’t
and i’m quiet clueless as to what
to do with myself.
Who am I??
I.?
there’s nothing anyone can even say to that.
right now,
i don’t even have anything to say to that.
whatever i do what i want.
wait..
no, i don’t.
Geeze.
happy thoughts oh where are you?
good things oh where have you gone?
what happened to what i thought was reality?
where have i gone?
it’s like i’ve momentarily checked out mentally
and now i’m running
on pure instincts.
&& there’s not much there.
my world as i look around
is strange and unfamiliar
every time i check back in with myself
it seems that i don’t recognize the girl in the mirror.
she’s always changing.
when i check back in for good, i better have
some dam good stories.
and explanations.
because right now. i don’t have shit.
you should have known. thats all i can think of.
but the message somehow got lost in translation.
the reality did.
oh well. one more day wasted.
emo=state of depression, while still in mind, before crazy.
it’s supposed to be you can control it.
but then it’s supposed to be [life=control]
because then your a control freak[if you do]
it’s all commentary in this game we set ourselves up for.
An old song by Fat Joe.
Dancing in a Camper with my old best friend Amanda and out other friends Jake And Sammy. The cute guy outside that i’d been hanging out with, and me trying to impress him. A sunny day in the summer, just messing around. Who doesn’t love those days?
To me that’s what that song will always be despite the fact that i don’t really like the lyrics now that I’ve sat down and listened to them.
That got me into thinking about how people remember things for different reasons. Most people i’ve heard remember things off emotion, and i could see how that works out, when your bored you don’t really remember that as much even though you might have spent more time doing something and being bored than having fun and doing something.
I like how if you talk to different people who were at the same show maybe even friends, doing the exact same thing you’ll get a different view point every time. That’s why i love talking to people.
& I heard once that when you remember something that every time you bring it back up it is different, because of your perception of it at the time, basically the way you think about things affects how you remember something.
ok, there’s the end of that weird and random thought. ‘
a few things:
1. peaches are yummy.
2. you have to be in a pickle[y] kinda mood other wise pickles are grose.
you don’t believe me,next time you open your fridge and while not thinking about pickles [aka NOT thinking: yumm a pickle sounds good right now] try a pickle. not good.
3.tortillas in the microwave get you nowhere. and im not talking about putting them in for actual time. im mean just sitting there. despite common belief, IT DOES NOTHING, NOTHING I TELL YOU.
4.if you have an idea that you really want to get down on paper, and you want to get it down right this second for fear of losing it, you will not be able to find a pen anywhere in your area that works, or any writing utensil for that matter.
5. if you have nothing to do on a friday night[or any other day of the week] message this girl shelley, 99.9 percent of the time she wont either and you guys can chat about nothing in weird ways over the internet.
6.be thank full for indoor heating. [my house is freezing when were out of firewood]
