priority vs. chance, fx

[kitsyunya, this is off-topic]

I am a teenager. I have many priorities, right? And it's hard to manage them all at once. And life is just unfolding right in front of me. I can't always steer in the right direction, because there are so many directions!

I know what i want, and what i need, what i love, and what to try harder on.

Ok, i've been making a few mistakes recently. Well, a lot really. And even though it's the intention that matters, it's the action that counts.

But I'm still a motivated, hard working student, and i know how to be responsible. Sure, I made a mistake by not using the chances i was given. My only defense, is that i was at wrong, but I am trying to make it right.

Student Council. I'm sorry Sarah and Krysta... I just need a moment to breathe and do whatever people do when they look back and see an opportunity missed. I still want to try, but what am i really offering? A boy who cannot prioritize?

Maybe. But maybe i am a boy who is learning, willing, and dedicated to do it.

Publish.

SO MUCH

'insert voided commentary, there are other purposes of this business, only certain (one) house mouse can see as hidden cheese in the dug out shelter he sheathes his heart in'.

RED WHITE AND BLUE

And you know the funny thing about this post? It's

blatantly screaming out the colours of Russia,

I know, you must be thinking: patriotism? Again?

answer: iceland, Uk, Usa, Cuba, France...

you wouldn't believe, even North Korea... All blue, white, red.

Vertically, horizontally, or even this:

I mean, what other colours to choose from? Red for

love, blue for water, and white for peace... umm, ok, for

You educated people, I admit, red is for power. But

Forever shall it represent the Blood from blogger bloodtooth,

(of the lyp hussan clan, mo'fuckuhs in japan,

course' you know ma name, and i run for my cup of tea?) Poetry.

Blood Blog Bye

While changing blog layouts... I realized dreadfully.

Well, not really dreadfully. Taken-abackedly, that 4 of us blog in white writing. Sarah remains the own that types in green. Lest not black. All of us white? And white is hard to get without black. [Xcept me, i did it with blood red]

well, it's interesting to compare

nikole has transvestites in the background

eric has pretty cities, yellow and purple titles, and more pretty pictures following a majority of the posts.

krysta, monotone black.

Sarah! green! green! and, meh, green.

And i will miss my layout, to be honest. i will return to it maybe one day. but it is gone soon. sorry. no more dead fish guys =(

and this took a lot of effort: [click to examinate]

its impressionistic because 1) sleep and dreams; 2) i'm feeling in the key of e minor

came home after work, 5 -11.

no better way to fall asleep,

than the way i am doing now,

which is cold tea,

sore sore bones and muscles,

and a chance to say goodnight,

and have the honour to be told goodnight,

among other clouds whereupon the moon may shine,

(almost naturally typed shit instead of shine,

and there, almost typed sine - ugh math)

but thank you,

you make my dreams,

the best ones,

and the even better ones, real.

note to krysta: metal strip in locker.

goodnight once again all of em,

and i remember the kitten,

who makes me fall asleep like i do.

Smish

well, i'll blog again, assuming that you guys have been reading, but not blogging due to laziness, up to date.

did you know that on average, a new coal-powered plant is opened every week. shmish!

IN CHINA IN CHINA*** edit.

smish

well, i've been reckoning my future into a puddle of transpiring answers. good, good. social studies? job as a social worker? or one of dem international bidness people? ya, that.

well, week one of school is great. mr. levac has the most down syndrome hand movements, waving cheek flab, and curious smiles as he tilts his head down, and lets his eyes penetrate more flab dripping from his forehead. sorry if i laugh all class guys, but he stares at meand does hand movements simultaneously. i cannot resist, but surely this will pass. shmish.

next, mr. mcinin. he's not anti-american! we get it! haha, and once disproving that not all homeless people are bad, they are just all mentally unhealthy or drug users. he is an antagonish - fx - student, so he whisper-drags his 'T's... like ms. oldford and Mr. baldwin do.

buttttt!

(you know what i'm talking aboutttttt?)

well, and then mr. p.

well, goodbye my manchesterkidz!

smishmishmish xD trololololol -___________-

Nostalgia already or coming? Neither.

ok, a quick one!

just finished my last 'summer work shift' at mcdonalds, and it was a pretty good one. i like it there, when i'm in the positive vibe. The rain is falling outside, and it's also helping me relax, as i fall into my last sleep before school?

why do we always catalogue things as last, or first? good or bad? meh, i'll go with it for now as i am too tired to think of a reason, hehe. What i can say is this:

it's a short blog, and it's a sign of september 5th's existence.

wow, and i'm smelly from the best garbage run of life! going to bed guys! see you on the other side.

and i want to say you've all been great summer companions! =)

;p

de londres à paris

Nous sommes lancés dans l'institution que l'on appele 'école'. En France, ils disent 'lycée'. Donc, quoi? Je vais regarder les gens dans leur faces, dans l'interieur de leurs visages. Aussi, Je remarquerai tous les 'converse' que je n'aurai pas. Je pense que je les ai perdus à McDonald's.

À quoi est-ce que vient mon discours. Nous etudierons dans l'edifice St.FrancisXavierCatholic déjà 5 ans, et on va completer le tour en faisant un 6e ronde.

Bien oui, là. Ben ouais le.

C'est facile - le temps va faire tous pour nous, nous devrons seulment qu'endurer chaque moment de ce temps. C'est n'est pas facile, nous nous en assurerons. Mais, allons-y ensemble. Oura! L'an 2011 - 2012, 12e an, an de la douzaine!.

Merde, je peut visioner le moment ou je vais lire ce blog, et dire - je manque tous ces moments là. Ok, je comprend, le temps c'est un jeu macabre et slave.

Voilà, un pièce d'opinion à 150 mots. Complèt.

Salut, de londres à paris.

Septem

once, i have done this, but no one else shall. that once is now. what i am about to do you will not let your wide eyes believe, but they would keep looking in an observation. An Entire Blog Dedicated to the birth of sarah-doll. Entire.

Well, some might call her the empress of spirical and downward destructive forces. Or, join the club and call her Aralei.

She once signed a napkin that i still keep.

She once put a message in a bottle, and made it impossible to obtain. Lie. It is actually in a lead hoder-container object thing. Also lie, i have opened it, but i just can't remember whatis on it.

Now pace yourself, brace yourself. She has seen santa, she has even seen waa(garglegargle)arr!!

She has read a big thick book, and gave it to Jenna to read. Right there is a double accomplishement, no?

She lives in but-fuck nowhere.

She even does these things like martial arts, musicals, and i am not here to start shit, but she does shit. (fine, i give. example: angel to deamon laugh in 1.3 - 1.7 seconds)

ITS SARAH! THATS RIGHT!

Happy Birthday Sarah.

Now with more enthusiasm:

HAPPY! B!I!R!T!H!D!A!Y! HOLY HELGA OF THE REAL LIFE SOAP OPERA SUCCESS THEY CALL SARAH!
WE LOVE CO_STARING WITCHU!

that reminds me of costco.

well, anyway, i hope that you feel that emotion of anything above good, because let's face it?

Who is int.

To the rest of you, enjoy the upcoming 9-11 Septem thing.

4th is sarah's thing.

bartlett: andreev out. =)