It's Christmas. It's Christmas Time.

Mk, I have decided to write about what happened over Christmas. I believe it was the day after we got out of school that I attended Rachel Pope's party, which involved strobe light dance moves, ping pong groupies, Maxim calendars (right?), and me getting to hang out with a very brave person. And why that person is brave is absolutely none of your business. Hahaha. Then Christmas came, and it was kinda better than some of my past Christmases, mainly because my niece and nephew (whoever you are, they are cooler and cuter than your's) were there, and I go the Office Season 5 on DVD!
However, the success of this coming week depends on a a certain parental decision. Dang.

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You thought you were about to read the best blog post ever, right?


Sinister Laugh.

My Hypothetical Metaphore

What if there was once this land called Fairville, and in that land lived this really smart and goodlooking kid named Poe, and he had a rather lumpy brother named Spam, and they both went to this school, where they both met this girl named Gilly, and Gilly and Poe became rather nice acquaintances through the art of sculpture, and then about a year went by, in which a magical wall made of the evil substance, Durahma, went up between Gilly and Poe, and our two heroes seemed destined to be cursed by life for all eternity, and then, through a sudden and strange turn of events, most of the wall came down, Gilly and Poe could hear and see eachother again, and the world was quiet, waiting to see what happened next.

What if?






Yes, that was indeed all one sentence.

I Wish

I wish I didn't suck so everlastingly much at the little game called life.

I wish I knew the words to say to her, so that I wouldn't be screwing her over anymore than I already have. I am sorry for all the possible pain I have caused her.

I wish my life was more like a movie. I wish my enemies were enemies, and my friends were friends. Heck, I wish I even had enemies. Because having enemies would be so much better than being surrounded by people who just don't care if they're my enemies or friends. They just don't care in any way whatsoever. And as a result of this, I have become so numb. My mind just has no emotion to spare for these things. And I hate that. My life just isn't like a movie, with it's cool characters and expertly placed punch lines. It never has been.

I wish I didn't have the self confidence of a peanut. A single bad look from someone in the halls can leave me ripping myself apart from the inside out trying to find out what I did wrong.

I wish that I could just look forward to the entire school day, instead of just the stairwells (twice on A day, once on B day).

I wish I didn't take everything personally.

I wish I didn't fight with my siblings at all.

I wish I had an ice cream sundae.

I wish I could live at Disneyworld, or even visit it to begin with.

I wish I wouldn't feel so much pressure in my head from all this crap.

I wish that people would stop sometimes making it their goal to embarrass me, or bring me down. Again, I wish I could call these people my enemies.





Ha. I wish.