i’m a whisper in water; a secret for you to hear.
i’m a fountain of blood
in the shape of a girl.
you’re the bird on the brim,
hypnotized by the whirl.
drink me - make me feel real.
wet your beak in the stream.
game we’re playing, is life.
love’s a two way dream.
you are the one who grows distant,
when i beckon you near.
“i’m a path of cinders, burning under your feet. you’re the one who walks me, i’m your one way street.” — Bachelorette by Björk
I’ve found myself writing more.
I’m not sure what to think of this… occurrence. Or to whom/what I should give credit to for putting me in this position that makes me want to write more than ever. But I am glad that it’s coming back to me… even if it’s a slow process.
This past Sunday, my father bought a Bright Blue Chevy Aveo 5. I like to claim it as mine, since it should become mine in time. Let’s cross our fingers, or whatever you like to do, kay?
It really is a cute car. I love driving it because it’s so.. smooth. And it is simply adorable. Haha. There’s nothing more I can really say about it I suppose? I just love it.
And I love that it could be my car to drive in a little over two months!
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Sophomore year is finally winding to a close. I won’t lie to you, I’m ecstatic.
I hated sophomore year. It’s as if high-school is a perpetual horror.
Though, I’m very excited to see if this will be my last year (the upcoming year) before France.
Just because I really don’t want to spend another year in Manteca already. But I have to. So I want to make it as best as I can before I try to escape, even for a short while. -sigh-
I’ve decided that if I can’t get accepted to go to France senior year, I want to test-out.
I know, a high-school diploma sounds far superior to a GED, but I can’t sit around for two more years like this.
I’m hoping it will get better with driving, and I won’t feel as… restricted. I’m not saying driving gives me all this freedom, but it definitely loosens some bonds to this place that I just can’t stand.
I’m sorry if I sound bitter; I’m just trying to get away. But I need to focus on getting somewhere, not just the away part. Otherwise the rest of my life, all I’ll feel like doing is getting away… When all I want to do is get away from here.
I’ve still got time to decide. So we’ll see.
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My last batch of finals is in a few hours, so I’m gong to have to part much sooner than I would like.
Today I have my aerobics and World History finals, in that respective order. I’ll probably sleep after finish the aerobics written test, just like I slept after the math test today.
Tomorrow is my last day of doing graded schoolwork this year. One step closer, I say. (To what, summer school?)
After tomorrow, I have a full day and a minimum day in which… I have no idea what to do.
The full day is a joke, though. I mean honestly, sitting through each class period with absolutely NOTHING to do, while the seniors practice graduation about 936 times? (Ahh, yay for hyperbole.)
And even the minimum day sucks, because each class is still 30+ minutes. /=
At least they can’t make us do work.
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Well, I’m ready for bed.
Time to listen to Björk, catch some z’s, and do everything all over again.
– matthew.