POWER SLEEP.
Which is what I’m going to attempt soon.
As in now.
Huzzah vacation!
POWER SLEEP.
Which is what I’m going to attempt soon.
As in now.
Huzzah vacation!
Anon you’re one of the sweetest people ever! <3
I don’t think I’m going to be called up on-stage, but you’re right though haha, I’ve been in shows since 8th grade (so your sixie year).
But I sincerely appreciate it though, anon!
You should tell me who you are so I can give you a hug when I come back to BLS sometime this week =P
Thoughts of the sun and the sky and the streets.
Acoustics in open tunings singing freely with every strum.
Mirrored eyes that want to say something they can’t.
The Unsaid. But the Acknowledged.
I can feel what I want but it’s not a matter of getting it.
I can see what I feel but it’s not a one sided choice.
It’s not a choice at all. Not anymore.
Life has become a matter of whens and hows.
Not a matter of whos or whats.
In my mind’s eye I can see so much.
And for once, it has never been so clear.
I had 1 hour of sleep going into Friday.
Then 18 hours into (through?) Saturday
Then 3 hours into Sunday
And finally 9 needed hours into today.
And I’m exhausted as hell.
The days are blurring and the memories burning.
And I’m somewhere in between.
Today might be a good day.
I also don’t have school tomorrow
or the next day
or this week
or next week
or… until next fall actually.
I could get used to this.
I think I’ve found a method to my madness.
I treat life with extreme reckless abandon and total disregard. By life, I mean my health and vitality.
I don’t give a shit what the consequences to something could be, if it looks fun I’m going to do it. Especially if the ‘it’ involves climbing. That’s…
Precisely.
It’s 2007
add 2008
and 2009
plus 2010
with 2011.
Little fragments
coming together.
This year is nothing new
‘tis simply yesteryear’s fragments
coming together to finally say goodbye.
This is all too familiar to be anything new.
But cleaning my room would mean picking up the pieces of senior year.
Literally picking up pieces of senior year,
for my room is nothing but scattered papers, notes, and folders
strewn with old clothes, new clothes, and books.
I must put you all away before I’m ready to do so.
This anon is spot on for once, you deserve a whole lot of credit, this show wouldn’t be anywhere near the same without you.
Good sir, you’re too kind!
I really did do much though! You guys already seemed to know what to do, I just jumped around like a five year old watching the magic unfold =P
Anon you’re too kind! But there are a lot more people who are more deserving of being called on-stage =P
Ahaha thanks anon! But I’m not supposed to be acknowledged haha, it’s the cast and crew that get the applause! My award is knowing they did a wonderful job, such as today =]