Whoa-oh what I want to kno-ow oh! Where did the time go? Come here Uncle John’s band by the riverside. Got some things to talk about here beside the rising tide.
MOOOOOOOOO!!! it annoys me that i can't see you in my followers list :( you did follow me on this tumblr and not wordadaysingalong right? rrrrr i want to have it say 25 followers cause that's a nice even number....but if i did see that it'd mean i actually have 26, which is a stupid number.
Ergh, that must get annoying, but I really don’t know whether the two blogs are the same or not… Idk, I be confuzzled… Oh, well!
Weird how you have to hold your breath when you see him, you know?
Say you’ll share with me one love, one lifetime. Say the word and I will follow you. Share each day with me, each night, each morning. Anywhere you go let me go too. Love me. That’s all I ask of you.
The Phantom of the Opera
So here’s how it goes in most freshmen’s lives… There’s always an upper classman that you have a crush on. Three of my friends share the same junior crush. He’s beautiful, with extremely black, charcoal eyelashes that cluster around his green eyes. He wears hipster glasses that are thick rimmed, you know the kind. He’s tall, athletic, sweet, and hilarious. He’s very bright and kind of the debator type, I guess. I know one girl who is enamored by a tall, skinny senior boy, who has a mane of silky locks. His facial features include a long, flawless nose and smooth skin. As I said though, tall and skinny. He is not burly, and wears (and pulls off) skinny jeans. To top it all off, he sings… Like in a band I think. Another friend of mine has a crush on one Junior boy, who is quite the actOR. He also sings, but is more theatrical. His hair is dirty blonde and is hilariously sassy. Mine is not William, even though he is awesome and my role model. My senior crush is someone, so… different… It seems to me that not many people share my feelings for him because he’s quote…. “boring.” AND he’s not the kind of beauty that most people think of when dreaming up hot boys… He is also an actOR and he is sufficiently tall. Super skinny, but does only one (really non-strenuous) sport. Very different, is he, wearing skinny jeans, having blemishes on his face, and speaking in a voice that was monotonous and unique. He’s never ever talked to me just one on one. He’s talked to me when addressing a group of people… But I really don’t think he notices me at all. Actually, there was one time when I did directly ask him a question and he answered, looking into my eyes. My stomach filled with butterflies, and I blushed and smiled. I was so intrigued and enchanted, and I couldn’t get over it. The thing is… The question I asked him was where something in the school was and he answered, “I really don’t know.” And he laughed… and it was Valentine’s day, and he was standing with his girlfriend… So there was absolutely no reason why I should have felt that way. I just did… I don’t know why I like him, really… But every time I see him, I get the butterflies. One time he stood close to me, and I held my breath the whole time he was there. I wished that I had done something to grab his attention, but what’s the point? I’m just a freshman…. The difference between my friends’ older crushes and mine i think is that…. I’m being completely serious when I say I like him… LIKE LIKE HIM…. HAH that sounds so middle school… BUt I do…
I like my truffle with toast and jelly, but I’d rather be licking you from your back to your belly.
Dave Matthew’s Band
I’m trying to work on an english paper, but I had writer’s block so my paragraph started ou normal but…
Likewise to Calliope, her sister Thalia also adapted the characteristics of her parents. Thalia is the Muse representing comedy. She is most often depicted in art, wearing the comic mask, shepherd’s staff, and wreath of ivy. These symbols are symbols. This hand is a hand. This chair is a chair. These feet are feet. This computer is a computer. Poop is poop. Nothing is everything. Your mom is my lover.
So there you have it.
Yeah, so… I didn’t get on council yesterday… Which is sad… Because now I have to wait another year before I get another chance to be selected… However, there’s one good thing about being a freshman: I’ve got 2 more chances. And my names out there for them to remember, and yesterday the guy in charge called me after I had received the depressing phone call, and he said “You really represented yourself well…” and encouraged me to keep trying and everything, so that makes me feel a bit better. Also, there was only one freshman who got on council, which boosts my confidence, since they were looking for older people. Anyway, I’m feeling a lot better about it now, so it’s all good. I’m really happy for my friend Sarah (the only freshman that got on). Also, I’m sad that all the seniors are leaving this year. I mean… They’re my roll models. I’ve literally thought to myself “What would William do?” when I’ve hit rocky roads and hard decisions. William is probably my most prominent role model. He’s always so nice to everyone. I’m not exhaggerating. EVERYONE! That’s so hard to do in modern day society. That’s why I model myself after him. He really gets it. He understands that it doesn’t matter what other people think… It’s how you treat them. And he still is athletic, healthy, gets good grades, and is probably going to a really good college… Which makes me sad that he’s leaving. Who’s example can I follow when he’s gone?