Are you also frightened

Would it be just like I'm dreaming
My mind steaming
A fight too strong
To tag along.

Would it be just like I'm flying
Worlds colliding
A black hole strikes
Despite my likes.

Would it be just like I'm struggling
My thoughts juggling
Give in to you
I think I do.

je ne sais pas

je ne suis pas sûr qu'écrire de, donc j'écrirai dans le français. mon jour était assez stupide. la plupart du temps j'attendais ma mere de descendre de l'ordinateur. j'ai écouté de la musique pendant quelque temps. je suis assez sûr pour Noël je recevrai un téléphone cellulaire, je suis formidable excité. je n'ai pas eu de cellule depuis une longue période. je ne peux pas attendre de faire la nourriture française dans la classe française, ratatouille, la tarte aux pommes et plus. bien je suis fait avec mon blog français, goodnight chacun.

Dreams

They are so weird. Your dreams are supposed to mean something, like a message your brain is trying to tell you or something/someone you often think about seems to appear in your dreams. Most of my dreams make me wonder what the fuck they're supposed to mean. They usually make absolutely no sense at all. I've had this one dream at least six or seven times before, not all in a row but spaced out. It shocks me at how exact the dream was, exactly the same every time detail for detail. It started out as me at my condo in Livermore. Out of nowhere, it seems that gravity had stopped, but only people were floating around. I would float up my stairs to find my mom floating above her bed as if she were lying down. Dreams that you have over and over again are supposed to mean that whatever message is within it is very urgent. The dream is trying to get it's point across, but what kind of message is held within this dream??

Delicious Taco Salad

the best fucking food in the world! i make a mean taco salad. all you need is lettuce, avocados, olives, tomatoes, black beans, cheese, hamburger meat, tortilla chips, and sour cream. mix all that shit together and eat the most delicious meal. it's one of my personal favorites. well don't know what else to talk about... today is national pick on priscilla day!! my dad made this joke a few weeks ago saying pick on priscilla day was on the 16th, and sure enough we all remembered that today was that holiday. FUCK!!

Souuuuuuup!

I was heating up some chunky grilled chicken vegetable and pasta soup the other day. The soup was done in the microwave, so I took it out and went to smell it. Out of nowhere, I felt this stinging sensation followed by a popping sizzling sound. The soup broth had popped and hit me in the face. I didn't think anything of it at first, but when I went to wipe my face I felt the skin peel off. I decided to go check it out in the mirror in my bathroom, and sure enough there were two holes burnt on my chin. Who the fuck gets burnt by their soup?! It's stupid! I will never again sniff my hot boiling food that comes out of a heating device.

powder puff

the game was pretty fun. i just cheered for megan most of the time. me kim and priscilla all went together with signs for megan. even though the juniors lost, i still had fun. i think ill play next year and tear shit up. peace broseph.

Stuck in a Pickle Jar.

Indeed I am. No holes to breathe oxygen. No escape from the sharp glass prison. Nothing but me, pickle juice, and a half eaten pickle. You see, I got a little hungry and had nothing but a pickle to chomp on. Why is the lid screwed on ever so tightly? If only I could twist it open with a mighty force, but I am too weak. I am unable to open it. I dream of escaping one day, to be free from this torture. I hallucinate the day I have the courage and strength to release myself from this agonizing boredom of being stuck in a pickle jar .