Sunday, January 9, 2011
last blog....man periods
well this is my last blog to you mr potter and the rest of the class i will start by saying wow this last paper was whack and i hated it i have spent my whole day trying to fix this movie >:(
but anyways i am here to talk to about man periods the proper definition of a man periods goes as follows man periods- The sole and absolute male counterpart to pms in females. Multiple changes in behaviour(s) at various times in the month is characteristic of this affliction.
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Mr. potter i think you have been eperiencing your man period for the past week and i would just like to let you know the attitude is just not needed we as ladies understand your grief. you have been quite moody and not very understanding. i really hope that by tomorrow you're man period has passed this month because my last week in your class....hold on my last week in high school period does not need to be filled with your man period
let's just end this year right mr.potter i know you can do it (:
sincerely Tracy
but anyways i am here to talk to about man periods the proper definition of a man periods goes as follows man periods- The sole and absolute male counterpart to pms in females. Multiple changes in behaviour(s) at various times in the month is characteristic of this affliction.
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Mr. potter i think you have been eperiencing your man period for the past week and i would just like to let you know the attitude is just not needed we as ladies understand your grief. you have been quite moody and not very understanding. i really hope that by tomorrow you're man period has passed this month because my last week in your class....hold on my last week in high school period does not need to be filled with your man period
let's just end this year right mr.potter i know you can do it (:
sincerely Tracy
Friday, December 10, 2010
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I really have nothing to write about and i would much rather be reading right now but ahh i guess i should write my blog since it probably wont be done over this weekend. I am very sorry for missing class today it was not on purpose by any means, i just had a rough night please excuse me.
I am very happy that today is Friday and this week did go by slow. It also didn't help that Lindsey was not here like all week cus shes in the hospital :( with her asthma. She usually gets me through these long days. I don't know what it is about Gahanna but i really just don't care for this place.I just get the feeling that I'm bigger than this place. i feel like the people here just are not as open minded as what they could be. Everyday i feel like this school becomes more segregated and the people are just beyond fake at times and yes i know that fake people are everywhere but i just don't think that I've ever seen so many fake people here its crazy at times but maybe that's just high school i just i don't know it never ceases to amaze me.
Anyways have a good weekend mr.potter :) and i will see you bright and early Sunday morning.
I am very happy that today is Friday and this week did go by slow. It also didn't help that Lindsey was not here like all week cus shes in the hospital :( with her asthma. She usually gets me through these long days. I don't know what it is about Gahanna but i really just don't care for this place.I just get the feeling that I'm bigger than this place. i feel like the people here just are not as open minded as what they could be. Everyday i feel like this school becomes more segregated and the people are just beyond fake at times and yes i know that fake people are everywhere but i just don't think that I've ever seen so many fake people here its crazy at times but maybe that's just high school i just i don't know it never ceases to amaze me.
Anyways have a good weekend mr.potter :) and i will see you bright and early Sunday morning.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
This horrible week.
I am currently watching What i Like about you with Lindsey hefferon :) its the wedding episode and did you know that your engagement ring is suppose to be around three months of yours salary Lindsey told me that. Interesting lil tidbit i learned just now. I mean Mr.potter you better start saving money. So you can buy your girl a good diamond. We dont like chepos over here lmao im just playing i should say ohh it doesnt matter cus love conquers all and the ring is not that important. But enough with wedding talk.
So this week might be the worse one i have experienced so far this year. i think everything that could go wrong has except that i got a new bed :) and its so comfy. I think winter has finally arrived and its probably my fault that I'm sick since i have only been wearing hoodies instead of my coat which is not smart on my behalf. Well i did learn my lesson and i will be wearing my coat from now on lol
So......i have nothing else to Write about Mr potter except that you should bundle up cus its cold outside on a cloudy day.
So this week might be the worse one i have experienced so far this year. i think everything that could go wrong has except that i got a new bed :) and its so comfy. I think winter has finally arrived and its probably my fault that I'm sick since i have only been wearing hoodies instead of my coat which is not smart on my behalf. Well i did learn my lesson and i will be wearing my coat from now on lol
So......i have nothing else to Write about Mr potter except that you should bundle up cus its cold outside on a cloudy day.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
The Mysteries of Night
You know that feeling you get when the room is completely full of silence, nobody around but you and the darkness. That feeling surrounded me for the past two nights, waking up for no reason at exactly 2:30am. It made no sense; usually I'm a very heavy sleeper. Every time I woke up, I would rub my eyes, look at the clock sitting on the night stand, and search for a reason for why I awoke in the first place. In the place between wakefulness and dreams, I was never able to find a reason. Fighting my curiosity, I drifted back to sleep.
My nights, being interrupted, were leaving me very fatigued. I needed to figure out what was going on, but I wasn't sure how I was going to do it. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary when I woke up; my room was the same four walls I had fallen asleep within. Desperate for the feeling of confusion and weariness to go away, I thought maybe I could record my night, somebody must be waking me up, and I wanted to figure out whom. That night I set up a camera to catch whoever, or whatever was waking me up, I didn't only see something on that tape, I heard something too.
A high pitched shriek pierced through the night, followed by faint screams, flashing lights, and a constant booming, but they seemed more entertaining than threatening. The wind beat against the trees and made a howling sound. Watching the tape made my mind wander to a place full of crazy ideas. What was going on at night? Was I the only person that was awoken by this noise? I knew there was only one way to it out. I had to face my problem head on.
Setting my alarm for 2:25am, I was hoping I could gain the courage to walk down the stairs and find out what was going on. Finding it hard to fall asleep, I just laid there awake until my alarm screamed for my attention, searching for the snooze bottom in the darkness, my palm finally found it and it made the room silent again. Slowly sitting up in bed, I placed both feet on the ground, stood up, and grabbed my phone so I could use it for a light.
Before I headed down stairs, I walked over to my window and pulled back the curtain. The street lights dimly lit the rain-soaked road, which I lived on. Small apartments lined each side of the narrow street, the sound of raindrops hitting the singhed roofs drummed in my ears. The sky is dark and overcast with rolling thunder in the distance, there were red, yellow, and brown leaves covering the surface giving it a slippery look. The moon was illuminating the sky, suddenly I saw a shadow, it was a perfect silhouette easily visible from my bedroom window.
Time slowed to a near halt, I had seen enough, I decided to open the window and find out what I could hear. Sadly I didn't hear a thing, but my nose tingled with the smells of the night. The rain pushed the aroma of freshly cut grass and fertilizer up my nose. Breathing in the damp night air, made my throat dry and I let out a cough that could wake a neighbor. The shadow reappeared, bringing along a number of other shadows with it.
A man with a stripped blue and white shirt appeared out of the shadows. He had no distinguishing features, and I instantly realized that this was the first time I had seen this man. He was carrying a large crate and a seemingly small duffle bag. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with fear filled my body. The man lingered there for what seemed like 10 minutes but when i looked at my clock and it was only 2:29, it was hard to believe that it had only been four minutes, and what I've been waiting for the entire night was about to happen.
I closed my window but left the curtain open, as soon as my clock read 2:30 in those bright red block numbers, the mans solidarity was broken. The street was turned from the normal, sluggish road, to a meeting hall. Chairs and a podium were set up, right in the middle of the street. My neighbors started to exit their houses and take their places in the chairs. The next thing I knew, my door slowly creaked open, I dropped to the floor, hiding from whoever was opening my door.
I peered over the edge of my bed just in time to see a pair of eyes leering into my room. Whoever it was closed my door and continued down the hallway. Something inside me compelled me to follow them. Once out of my room, I could tell by the buzz cut hair style, broad shoulders and defined forearms, that I was following a man. It wasn't until he opened the front door and dim street light hit his face, that I was able to make out who it actually was. The sneaky man I was following was my father.
He closed the door behind him, I tip-toed up to the door and listened. He was talking to a woman, her voice seemed unfamiliar, I looked out of the peep hole, and it was a tall blonde haired woman, middle aged, wearing a dark navy blue pencil skirt and a black petite coat. So many things went through my head; my dad was always preaching to me to stay out of bad things, it looked like he needed to take his own advice. I watched them through that little hole for a few minutes, then they disappeared into the growing crowd of people gathering in the middle of our street.
I opened our front door as quietly as I could, making sure to draw no attention to myself, I ducked behind the podium and into an ally way next to our house. As I let the darkness close over me, i immediately felt the cold, brisk, autumn wind pounding against my cheeks. My nose and fingers where starting to turn a little pinkish in color and I could feel a numbness over taking my body. For a split second I thought about going back inside and watching, whatever was going to take place outside, through my bedroom window, but that idea was soon forgotten.
The man in the blue and white shirt walked over to the podium and called his people to attention. He was standing right in front of me and I had begun to realize that he had the faint smell of vanilla, and tobacco lingering on his skin. From my window he looked like a pretty plan man, but now that I can clearly see him, I saw that he wore a brace on his left leg and he spoke with harshness in his voice. Looking out into the crowd, everybody was seated, giving there full attention to this man. Before he began to speak he held up, first the crate, then the ruffle bag. An awe followed by silence went over the crowd.
I wasn't sure what was going to happen but I was knew that whatever it was, i wanted to know. The man began to speak, he introduced himself as Mike, and he told what he had begun to call his "followers" that he had a plan. Opening up the crate, the night was filled with a loud shrieking noise, once I was able to collect myself from the shock to my ears; I saw that he was now holding up a bird. I've never seen a bird like it before and I realized that the same noise the bird made was on my tape of the night before. His followers roared with excitement, the excited hollers of his people I had earlier mistaken as screaming.
The bird and the exciting explained two things that I had remembered from the tape I had watched that day, but there were still so many unexplained things. Mike was no longer speaking in a language I could understand, I could only go by the tone in his voice, that whatever he was saying was very important. He opened up his ruffle bag and got out a set of bongo drums, creating his own beat, his followers got out flashlights and began to follow along. Everything from my video was starting to make sense now, but I still wasn't satisfyed. I wanted to know more, why all this was happening, what had my dad gotten himself into.
I was so interested in what was going on around me, that i began to walk closer to the podium, forgetting that I was hiding. The smell of this strange man once again filled my nose, a memory of my grandfather smoking his pipe took over my mind. Sitting on my paps lap while he told stories of his adolescents, taking in the sweet smell of his pipe mixed with grandmas pie. The sent was fading away with the wind, I wanted to keep the memory going, so I walked closer. Paps big broad smile, and the way his laugh always seemed to fill a room. Again the wind sweep the sent away, so again I moved closer, only this time, I was spotted.
I was ripped away from my childhood memory with a violent push back into the darkness of the ally. I frantically blinked my eyes in search of where I actually was, focusing my sight on the members of this secret meeting I instantly remembered. I turned and took off down the ally, my stomach had sunken to my feet with the jolt of horror that came over my body. I had to tell myself to breathe, my legs wanted to stop but my mind kept telling my body to move. I thought I had gotten away, but i felt a blow so hard to my chest it took the air right out of my lungs. I lay on the ground, desperately gasping for air, when everything went black.
When I woke up it was hard for me to breath, but not because of the blow to my chest, but because there was a bag over my head. I began to panic when I heard my dads voice, he was pleading with, who by the harsh tone of his voice I could tell was, Mike, that I wouldn't say anything about what I had seen and to please let me go. He assured my father that he wouldn't hurt me and proceeded to take the bag off my head. The room was too dark to make out faces, the ceilings seemed so high, and there were no windows visible from where I was seated. Once again, I began to panic, sobbing until a light came on.
I looked all around the room but I saw nobody, not even my father. I was in what looked like to me a garage. The grey walls were cracked, the floor was hard and cold, there was a broken light bulb hanging from the ceiling, the wire it was hanging from looked like it was going to break at any minute. I started rubbing my arms, again, realizing how cold I truly was, trying to save as much body heat as I possibly could. The only sound I could hear was my own heavy breathing, but it was soon broken with the sound of muffled voices. Fighting to keep myself calm I closed my eyes to recollect myself. When I opened them, I wasn't in the garage anymore.
Yawning and looking at my clock I started to wonder how I got back into my room. Did I dream up the crazy events that happen to not only me but my dad as well. After a moment of thinking, I settled on dreaming it all up, that was the only logical answer for what had happened. Happy to be back in my room and out of that crazy dream I sat up in bed, I could smell breakfast and I was starving. I was just about to leave my room when I noticed out of the corner of my eye, a video camera.
I sat back down on my bed and began to think again. I needed a reason for this camera being in my room, but no matter how hard I thought, I couldn't come up with one. Crossing my legs to make myself more comfortable, I saw my feet, they were filthy. I always showered before bed, why would my feet be so dirty. Pulling my foot closer to my face, I saw a small price of chipped paint stuck to the bottom, grey paint. Everything was real, the meeting, the bird, the drums,the lights, and even the garage, but how is that possible.
Rushing down stairs i confronted my dad about what had happened, he didn't believe me. Accusing me of having an over active imagination, and telling me I needed to work on separating dreams from reality. I tried explaining to him that it was the only way my feet could have gotten so dirty, but again, he made up some excuse. I was just about to give up and let it go, when I remembered the tape. I ran back upstairs to get the tape out of my camera, excitement and fear rushed over my body like a wave. I pushed the ejected button, but there was no tape.
The excitement and fear I was feeling instantly left my body and was replaced with confusion and a slight feeling of being defeated. I couldn't explain what happened to me that night, I put the camera back into my closet and went back downstairs, my dad asked me about the tape I told him I had, but I just rolled my eyes and told him it must had been a dream. We both shared a coy smile with each other, and went back to eating our breakfast. We never talked about it again, my dad let it go out of loyalty, and I let it go out of fear, I guess waking up at 2:30 in the morning for a secret meeting, just isn't something you tell your family.
My nights, being interrupted, were leaving me very fatigued. I needed to figure out what was going on, but I wasn't sure how I was going to do it. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary when I woke up; my room was the same four walls I had fallen asleep within. Desperate for the feeling of confusion and weariness to go away, I thought maybe I could record my night, somebody must be waking me up, and I wanted to figure out whom. That night I set up a camera to catch whoever, or whatever was waking me up, I didn't only see something on that tape, I heard something too.
A high pitched shriek pierced through the night, followed by faint screams, flashing lights, and a constant booming, but they seemed more entertaining than threatening. The wind beat against the trees and made a howling sound. Watching the tape made my mind wander to a place full of crazy ideas. What was going on at night? Was I the only person that was awoken by this noise? I knew there was only one way to it out. I had to face my problem head on.
Setting my alarm for 2:25am, I was hoping I could gain the courage to walk down the stairs and find out what was going on. Finding it hard to fall asleep, I just laid there awake until my alarm screamed for my attention, searching for the snooze bottom in the darkness, my palm finally found it and it made the room silent again. Slowly sitting up in bed, I placed both feet on the ground, stood up, and grabbed my phone so I could use it for a light.
Before I headed down stairs, I walked over to my window and pulled back the curtain. The street lights dimly lit the rain-soaked road, which I lived on. Small apartments lined each side of the narrow street, the sound of raindrops hitting the singhed roofs drummed in my ears. The sky is dark and overcast with rolling thunder in the distance, there were red, yellow, and brown leaves covering the surface giving it a slippery look. The moon was illuminating the sky, suddenly I saw a shadow, it was a perfect silhouette easily visible from my bedroom window.
Time slowed to a near halt, I had seen enough, I decided to open the window and find out what I could hear. Sadly I didn't hear a thing, but my nose tingled with the smells of the night. The rain pushed the aroma of freshly cut grass and fertilizer up my nose. Breathing in the damp night air, made my throat dry and I let out a cough that could wake a neighbor. The shadow reappeared, bringing along a number of other shadows with it.
A man with a stripped blue and white shirt appeared out of the shadows. He had no distinguishing features, and I instantly realized that this was the first time I had seen this man. He was carrying a large crate and a seemingly small duffle bag. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with fear filled my body. The man lingered there for what seemed like 10 minutes but when i looked at my clock and it was only 2:29, it was hard to believe that it had only been four minutes, and what I've been waiting for the entire night was about to happen.
I closed my window but left the curtain open, as soon as my clock read 2:30 in those bright red block numbers, the mans solidarity was broken. The street was turned from the normal, sluggish road, to a meeting hall. Chairs and a podium were set up, right in the middle of the street. My neighbors started to exit their houses and take their places in the chairs. The next thing I knew, my door slowly creaked open, I dropped to the floor, hiding from whoever was opening my door.
I peered over the edge of my bed just in time to see a pair of eyes leering into my room. Whoever it was closed my door and continued down the hallway. Something inside me compelled me to follow them. Once out of my room, I could tell by the buzz cut hair style, broad shoulders and defined forearms, that I was following a man. It wasn't until he opened the front door and dim street light hit his face, that I was able to make out who it actually was. The sneaky man I was following was my father.
He closed the door behind him, I tip-toed up to the door and listened. He was talking to a woman, her voice seemed unfamiliar, I looked out of the peep hole, and it was a tall blonde haired woman, middle aged, wearing a dark navy blue pencil skirt and a black petite coat. So many things went through my head; my dad was always preaching to me to stay out of bad things, it looked like he needed to take his own advice. I watched them through that little hole for a few minutes, then they disappeared into the growing crowd of people gathering in the middle of our street.
I opened our front door as quietly as I could, making sure to draw no attention to myself, I ducked behind the podium and into an ally way next to our house. As I let the darkness close over me, i immediately felt the cold, brisk, autumn wind pounding against my cheeks. My nose and fingers where starting to turn a little pinkish in color and I could feel a numbness over taking my body. For a split second I thought about going back inside and watching, whatever was going to take place outside, through my bedroom window, but that idea was soon forgotten.
The man in the blue and white shirt walked over to the podium and called his people to attention. He was standing right in front of me and I had begun to realize that he had the faint smell of vanilla, and tobacco lingering on his skin. From my window he looked like a pretty plan man, but now that I can clearly see him, I saw that he wore a brace on his left leg and he spoke with harshness in his voice. Looking out into the crowd, everybody was seated, giving there full attention to this man. Before he began to speak he held up, first the crate, then the ruffle bag. An awe followed by silence went over the crowd.
I wasn't sure what was going to happen but I was knew that whatever it was, i wanted to know. The man began to speak, he introduced himself as Mike, and he told what he had begun to call his "followers" that he had a plan. Opening up the crate, the night was filled with a loud shrieking noise, once I was able to collect myself from the shock to my ears; I saw that he was now holding up a bird. I've never seen a bird like it before and I realized that the same noise the bird made was on my tape of the night before. His followers roared with excitement, the excited hollers of his people I had earlier mistaken as screaming.
The bird and the exciting explained two things that I had remembered from the tape I had watched that day, but there were still so many unexplained things. Mike was no longer speaking in a language I could understand, I could only go by the tone in his voice, that whatever he was saying was very important. He opened up his ruffle bag and got out a set of bongo drums, creating his own beat, his followers got out flashlights and began to follow along. Everything from my video was starting to make sense now, but I still wasn't satisfyed. I wanted to know more, why all this was happening, what had my dad gotten himself into.
I was so interested in what was going on around me, that i began to walk closer to the podium, forgetting that I was hiding. The smell of this strange man once again filled my nose, a memory of my grandfather smoking his pipe took over my mind. Sitting on my paps lap while he told stories of his adolescents, taking in the sweet smell of his pipe mixed with grandmas pie. The sent was fading away with the wind, I wanted to keep the memory going, so I walked closer. Paps big broad smile, and the way his laugh always seemed to fill a room. Again the wind sweep the sent away, so again I moved closer, only this time, I was spotted.
I was ripped away from my childhood memory with a violent push back into the darkness of the ally. I frantically blinked my eyes in search of where I actually was, focusing my sight on the members of this secret meeting I instantly remembered. I turned and took off down the ally, my stomach had sunken to my feet with the jolt of horror that came over my body. I had to tell myself to breathe, my legs wanted to stop but my mind kept telling my body to move. I thought I had gotten away, but i felt a blow so hard to my chest it took the air right out of my lungs. I lay on the ground, desperately gasping for air, when everything went black.
When I woke up it was hard for me to breath, but not because of the blow to my chest, but because there was a bag over my head. I began to panic when I heard my dads voice, he was pleading with, who by the harsh tone of his voice I could tell was, Mike, that I wouldn't say anything about what I had seen and to please let me go. He assured my father that he wouldn't hurt me and proceeded to take the bag off my head. The room was too dark to make out faces, the ceilings seemed so high, and there were no windows visible from where I was seated. Once again, I began to panic, sobbing until a light came on.
I looked all around the room but I saw nobody, not even my father. I was in what looked like to me a garage. The grey walls were cracked, the floor was hard and cold, there was a broken light bulb hanging from the ceiling, the wire it was hanging from looked like it was going to break at any minute. I started rubbing my arms, again, realizing how cold I truly was, trying to save as much body heat as I possibly could. The only sound I could hear was my own heavy breathing, but it was soon broken with the sound of muffled voices. Fighting to keep myself calm I closed my eyes to recollect myself. When I opened them, I wasn't in the garage anymore.
Yawning and looking at my clock I started to wonder how I got back into my room. Did I dream up the crazy events that happen to not only me but my dad as well. After a moment of thinking, I settled on dreaming it all up, that was the only logical answer for what had happened. Happy to be back in my room and out of that crazy dream I sat up in bed, I could smell breakfast and I was starving. I was just about to leave my room when I noticed out of the corner of my eye, a video camera.
I sat back down on my bed and began to think again. I needed a reason for this camera being in my room, but no matter how hard I thought, I couldn't come up with one. Crossing my legs to make myself more comfortable, I saw my feet, they were filthy. I always showered before bed, why would my feet be so dirty. Pulling my foot closer to my face, I saw a small price of chipped paint stuck to the bottom, grey paint. Everything was real, the meeting, the bird, the drums,the lights, and even the garage, but how is that possible.
Rushing down stairs i confronted my dad about what had happened, he didn't believe me. Accusing me of having an over active imagination, and telling me I needed to work on separating dreams from reality. I tried explaining to him that it was the only way my feet could have gotten so dirty, but again, he made up some excuse. I was just about to give up and let it go, when I remembered the tape. I ran back upstairs to get the tape out of my camera, excitement and fear rushed over my body like a wave. I pushed the ejected button, but there was no tape.
The excitement and fear I was feeling instantly left my body and was replaced with confusion and a slight feeling of being defeated. I couldn't explain what happened to me that night, I put the camera back into my closet and went back downstairs, my dad asked me about the tape I told him I had, but I just rolled my eyes and told him it must had been a dream. We both shared a coy smile with each other, and went back to eating our breakfast. We never talked about it again, my dad let it go out of loyalty, and I let it go out of fear, I guess waking up at 2:30 in the morning for a secret meeting, just isn't something you tell your family.
Monday, November 22, 2010
It has arrived (: PINK FRIDAY !!!!!!!!!!!!!
SO its PINK FRIDAY HOE!!!!! im sorry mr potter but i had to express myself and after all isn't that what this whole blogger thing is about expressing ourselves so i know you wouldn't wanna restrict my 1rst amendment freedom of speech. you can take points off that's fine but you know but i just had to express it like that excuse my french Mr potter :) so Nicki minaj will out sell Kayne but not by much it will be a slim sell out.
Well its Monday but its really more like Thursday cus we only have a 2 day week, which makes me nothing less than happy. I'm to ready to eat thanksgiving dinner and im too excited to eat cheesecake my grandma is making me my whole one. lol. i feel so special. That's love i know. Then when we come back we only 2 weeks till christmass break and thats what im looking forward to cus that means new years eve : ) i think thats my favorite holiday if it counts as its own whole holiday.
I’m really tryna make it more than what it is, cuz everybody dies but not everybody lives! -drake
i feel like when i heard this line it just spoke volumes to me. because to be alive and to live is to different things so now i feel like i cant let anything pass me by i am over letting stuff bother me that i shouldn't. I'm such a worry wart its crazy. i just have this thing and i don't know i just cant help it I'm so over protective with my friends and i am just weird.
well Mr.potter have a great break cus i dont know if i will be in class tommrow (: i hope your thanksgiving goes well
Well its Monday but its really more like Thursday cus we only have a 2 day week, which makes me nothing less than happy. I'm to ready to eat thanksgiving dinner and im too excited to eat cheesecake my grandma is making me my whole one. lol. i feel so special. That's love i know. Then when we come back we only 2 weeks till christmass break and thats what im looking forward to cus that means new years eve : ) i think thats my favorite holiday if it counts as its own whole holiday.
I’m really tryna make it more than what it is, cuz everybody dies but not everybody lives! -drake
i feel like when i heard this line it just spoke volumes to me. because to be alive and to live is to different things so now i feel like i cant let anything pass me by i am over letting stuff bother me that i shouldn't. I'm such a worry wart its crazy. i just have this thing and i don't know i just cant help it I'm so over protective with my friends and i am just weird.
well Mr.potter have a great break cus i dont know if i will be in class tommrow (: i hope your thanksgiving goes well
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