I'm not bored...

Of Plans…

Wed, 20 May 2009 05:14:05 GMT

It was supposed to be

One. Grow up.

Don’t rush it.

Two. Make friends along the way.

Treasure them.

Three. Focus on school work.

Stay awake.

Four. Graduate and find a job.

Make it worth it.

Five.

Prince Charming rides in on a white stallion…

or a Mercedes Benz…

or the Starship enterprise…

Cue romantic music.

Don’t forget the violins.

… and says, “Will you marry me?”

Say yes.

not like this.

It didn’t go according to plan.

It ended up

One. Grow up.

Some parts passed by too fast.

Two. Make friends along the way.

Some were kept, some were lost.

Three. Focus on school work.

Some hours later, you wake up, not knowing how the hell meiosis works.

Four. ~~Graduate and find a job.~~

Haven’t gotten there. Skipped to step five.

Five.

~~Prince Charming rides in on a white stallion…~~ Prince Charming is nowhere to be found…

or Prince Charming doesn’t even know your name...

or Prince Charming is too busy dealing “diplomatically” with errant alien races…

(with his fists)

or Prince Charming doesn’t have time to talk. He’s got Calculus to deal with…

or Prince Charming is too… young, old, smart, dumb, short, tall, fat, thin, for things to work out…

or Prince Charming doesn’t want to commit…

or Prince Charming… is not as charming as you thought.

Further instructions are unavailable.

so much different.

So, what now?

It will be

One. Start over.

Fix what you can and leave the rest to time.

Two. Go back to normal.

Be the new same old you—the you your friends can’t get enough of.

Three. Live it up.

Trade in those books and papers for ball games and parties every once in a while.

Four. Keep going.

Don’t let anyone or anything stop you.

Five…

that cute guy from English is staring at you.

Smile.

Further instructions are unavailable...

but who gives a shit?

better.
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A/N: I wrote this for fun. >_> Okay, so maybe it has a little
to do with what's going on, but... I meant it to be more
generally applicable to multiple people's situations.
Meh.

Fool's Game

Sun, 17 May 2009 22:17:32 GMT

I’m not sure who’s the real fool.

Me or you?

That’s the real problem here.

I need to yank myself free of this.

But it’s a weird pattern of yours,

the way you keep me.

One day it’s

a normal fanfare, pleasant, but leaving nothing to be deciphered.

You’re being too lenient, extending my line so far that I almost want to just snap it and escape.

The next it’s

a wholly remastered tune, full of so much noise and beat, meaningful but confusing my own rhythm.

You’re being too harsh, tugging on my line so hard that I almost trip and fall as I land beside you.

I don’t know whether to wish to hug you or to slap you till it burns for the both of us.

Is this ill care or is this indecision?

Ill care—I lose.

Indecision—you lose.

I’m the fool.

You’re the fool.

Pick your role carefully.

Otherwise, I will pick it for you, cut myself loose, and Fed-ex these feelings to someone else who needs it more.

I’ll go back to my old methods and make no mention of these matters again.

It will be like we never tied ourselves to each other in the first place.

Trust me, it’s worked before.

Yet…

Somehow, I feel like it won’t be as cheap as last time.

Somehow, I feel like I won’t be able to buy the stamps.

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A/N: I'm going to start writing journal entries as poetry; it enables me to say more than I could in prose.

I think he likes me....doesnt' he?

Mon, 20 Apr 2009 06:18:00 GMT

Man, I hate how difficult it is to tell if he likes me.

And I feel like I keep making huge mistakes when talking to him. I keep on leaking out the idea that I do like someone and I'm not so sure how well he can read me.

Yet at the same time, he does all these things that make me think he likes me, but could also just be playful nothings.

I hate it.

I hate that I've.... fallen for this...
stupid... funny....cute dolt of a man whom I, who is supposed to be the smarter one, can't decipher.

Crushes suck.