Deep Dank Dark Night…
Did you ever wonder why, the world seems to be seen from different prespectives from everybody. I mean I see the glass as half full not half empty. But yet I’m not that optimistic all the time. Sense the world is always changing. My thoughts are always jumping around. Leaving me wondering why? Why did this happen to me? Why did I let you go without out a fight? Why didn’t I tell you how I felt? I mean am I the only one who finds myself pondernig these questions into the deep dank dark night.
Did you ever feel like you were sinking fast with no one to help? I use to all the time. Now I find myself floating on the top of the water. But wondering when the next time would come that I would be pushed down farther into the water. Maybe it’s just me, but I think I’m a little bit crazy. Even though I’m told I’m much more normal then I alone would precieve. I find myself doing the oddest things for attention. The other day me and my two friends named Sarah went out for Dinner and well we bought this tiarra’s at Dollar Tree. We decided for laughs we would wear them into the Pizza place while we ate. It was great. We had people who worked there coming over to to ask if everything was okay when really it was because of the crowns we wore. How silly we looked, but we didn’t care.
Band practice seems like a never so often thing that comes in a blue moon. We brought in the new bassest and created a bass out of her electric guitar. Such a shame to. Other Sarah left it at Sarah’s house. And Sarah and I decided we wanted to play with it as an electric so we tried to restring it. Didn’t work, so I played lead guitar on the acoustic. It was funny after we like took Other Sarah home and came back to Sarah’s house. We tried to find every excuse to leave. But her dad wouldn’t let us. It wasn’t fair. But we kept busy. We tried to make chocolate bread but failed. Also we watched Rugrats and The Stand. Man 6 hours is to long for one movie if you ask me.
But I’m brining this entry to a close. Wondering why I even wrote it. Because there is no sense to this jibberish. Never has been sense I could remember. Just tales of my broken heart and the boy I tried to impress and how my summer school teachers were nit wits. Guess it’s just me going off on another tangent…