After my last enrty I remembered a girl i met name crystal and i had a
crush on her till the 5th grade. I met her after that kid james was
picking on her. She was in my class later down the road when i really
met her, she probly didn't remember me and so natraly i didn't get a
"thank you" for getting to stop picking on her. when i first made eye
contact with her i told her to "get out of here" cause she reminded me
of one of my causins that were good to me. The on the other hand crush
came after i got to know her a little. Well at that I had a crush with
alot of girls in school. I saw her once in middle school and never
after that.

i had this friend names james I knew since first grade and he was a
good friend and i say he was my first best friend. I don't know where
he is, last I heard he was on the cost somewhere and I hope I still
have him on myspace. I was wondering w how hes doing.

i am having trouble sleeping. Across fantasys, regrets, wishes,
memorys, hope dreams and anything i haven't mentioned. I was thinking
about job corps and thought how it screwed up my life but tought me
things. I just think about alote of things and do nothing. I feel- oh
fuck it i have said it too much anyway I will just stay up all night
then willt at be fun?

“Did you hear? There’s some girl in the hospital down the street, who just came out of nowhere…”

“Yeah, and she was wearing our school uniform!”

“They say she’s an angel.”

“No, dummy, that’s her name.”
“Angel? What kind of name is that?”

“Well, what kind of name is Lawrence?”

Jack could hear the giggling and gossiping as he left the high school grounds on the #42 bus. Everyone had been talking about the incident that happened this morning. The young, blonde woman with their school uniform, who lay in the street… It was the strangest thing to ever happen to the metropolis-like city. You would think with a city as large as theirs, there would be crazy things happening all the time! The weirdest thing to ever happen was on Halloween, last year. A burglar dressed in a Mysterio costume tried to rob the nearby liquor store for some bread, just like the villain from the Marvel comics. Of course, with such an unusual costume, the police caught him in no time. But before Jack could think any further on it, the bus stopped.

“Alright, git out o’ ‘ere! Don’t want nobody telling no ghost stories on my bus!” Marianne, the bus driver, flashed a grin before opening the doors.

“Oh, and Jack. Don’t ferget to tell yer father I says ‘hello’ now.”

“I won’t, Miss Marianne.”

His father, Harold Benson, was the owner of the biggest company in the city – Animatron Enterprises. Ever since grade school, when Miss Marianne found out who his father was, she always told Jack to tell Mr. Benson ‘hello’ for her. Jack stepped off the bus with the rest of the students and began to walk home. Luckily, the bus didn’t stop too far from it; only a block or so was left to walk.

When he got to his driveway, he remembered to turn on the sprinkler system. Taking slow steps towards his garage, suddenly he heard a loud crash, and whirled around to see chunks of the hospital roof scatter, and a streak of light leave the building. Up, up it climbed before the glare of the sun prevented on-lookers from watching anymore.

Turning back to the garage, Jack only managed to put the passcode in to open the door before another loud crash erupted from his lawn. Slowly, he peeked around to see the young woman from that morning standing in a medium-sized crater that was his from lawn. He could barely talk, just staring bewilderedly.

“Hello, Jack Benson.”

I am :: Tired.
Listening to :: Nothing right now.

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The body that lay there had no pulse and no breath in it. With the gaping hole in the chest, it was clear the girl was dead and the man responsible had walked away with no remorse. And yet her soul was still alive, and it poured from her body in a white light. It spilled onto the floor and gathered into a feminine shape, illuminating the area in a ghostly glow. Before her death, the girl had been travelling the Path of Least Resistance, but here it stopped at the corpse. Another took its place, one of great treachery, and many dangers. Sharp, jagged rocks protruded from the unstable ground, glass shards strewed about. It was extremely unsafe, as any man with a quarter of a brain would assume. There were undoubtedly wild things on the Path of Certain Doom, things that grew there and things that hungered. The celestial spirit of the girl continued onward though, confident that it would not be affected by the natural order of the unkempt path, being just a soul after all. But as soon as the soul’s foot stepped on to the glass, much to its demise… The glass cut into the form, sending a brilliant pain through the being. And so the journey to the other side began.

Three months into the journey, and no sign of an exit to the horrible ordeal. The soul’s glow was dimmed, weak and weary. How much longer would this terrible path go on? Only time could tell you that. The path had twisted and turned, it flipped and flopped, it circled and became a maze, with daggers as the walls. One slip and the soul would be skewered. Like an open flame, the temperature boiled the air around the spirit. And it dragged on.

Finally! Six month in total before seeing the reassuring light. But the soul was worn now. There was little hope left. It had been deceived, and betrayed, and had succumbed to many a devilish thing. It was beaten and torn and chewed up and spit out. There was nothing left to lose now, and was questioning what there was to gain at the end.

‘Why did I leave the Path of Least Resistance? Why?!’

But seeing that light stirred something inside. Something that wanted to keep going. And so the soul brought forward a heavy foot, and kept going. Slowly, but surely, it came closer and closer to the light. Only a yard from the bright flash of white, and out of nowhere, ivy vines came slithering towards the wandering form. They wanted to keep their new found pet from leaving, so as her left foot came up to take another step, they coiled around it, tripping the celestial body. It fell with a heavy thud. But the light gave it the determination to grasp at the ground and pull forward. The vines pulled as well, slowing the process down. A hand thrown forward to claw into the dirt, and a corresponding foot lurched forward to dig into the soil. Together they both pulled and pushed to launch the body a foot  forward. The vine was pulled taut, but another pair of arm and leg continued up to pull and push. The spirit proved stronger than the plant, as it snapped, releasing the form. Picking itself up, the spirit was only a few feet from the light now. It shone brighter than ever, reinstalling the excitement from before. Slowly a foot picked off the ground and hovered forward, landing on the dirt. Then the other. And then again. And again. And as an arm went up, fingers reaching out to the light, everything was covered in bright white.

The colour seeped back into the area, revealing a small room. The body sat up from a laying position, no longer just a soul, but back in the girl’s form. Her forehead was beaded in a cold sweat, and her heart rate was quick. It was only a bedroom, and she was only in a bed. Beside her, the man to stole her heart, stirred.

“What is it, Love?”

“…I just had the weirdest dream…"

[ Dedicated to Joseph T. Williams, who's been my light in the darkness. ♥]

I am :: Happy.
Listening to :: Norah Jones - The Story

To my love, my soul mate, and my husband:

 

Thank you for being there to catch me.

Thank you for being understanding.

Thank you for forgiving me.

Thank you for never letting me down.

Thank you for doing something bigger than yourself.

Thank you for always being selfless.

Thank you for always loving me.

Thank you for always needing me.

Thank you for missing me even 2 minutes after you/I leave.

Thank you for being the best you can.

Thank you for accepting me the way I am.

Thank you for not making me change.

Thank you for not changing.

Thank you for staying loyal to me.

Thank you for not abandoning me.

Thank you for wiping my tears.

Thank you for the four years we’ve known each other.

Thank you for the stories.

Thank you for the random facts.

Thank you for being a dork, a nerd, a geek, and a klutz.

Thank you for knowing me.

Thank you for always wanting to keep me happy.

Thank you for always knowing how to calm me down.

Thank you for getting me to talk.

Thank you for taking me to see Series of Unfortunate Events.

Thank you for always checking to see if stray dogs have homes.

Thank you for always being as cynical as me.

Thank you for being a safe driver.

Thank you for always thinking of me.

Thank you for being picky about your women.

Thank you for having common knowledge, and far beyond that.

Thank you for being into the same shows I am.

Thank you for watching movies that make you think.

Thank you for watching movies that are too old to be scary.

Thank you for introducing me to Dungeons and Dragons.

Thank you for the time spent together.

Thank you for going to that Mexican restaurant only to watch me freak out and end up taking the food home.

Thank you for wanting to give me things.

Thank you for wanting to show me how much you love me.

Thank you for being able to handle my mood swings.

Thank you for not ever asking if I was “PMSing”.

Thank you for never forcing rock opera on me.

Thank you for not basing our relationship on appearances.

Thank you for the dog tags.

Thank you for wanting me to smile more.

Thank you for Neko.

Thank you for your mind.

 

 

I am :: Thankful for the love I have.
Listening to :: Neil Young - Harvest Moon

I can’t sleep tonight [Or, this morning rather]. I can’t get the video of getting hit by that old, blue SUV out of my head. I can’t forget the smacking noise I made, or the involuntary “UN!” that came out of me once I got hit. I remember seeing it. I knew it was turning my way, but I didn’t slow down or speed up to get out of the way. I knew it was going to hit me, and I could feel my heart rate shoot up as it approached. I don’t know if I was scared or excited. He didn’t honk at me. He just kept going. And they say your life flashes before your eyes when something like that happens, but all I saw was a brilliant flash of white, and I could feel my body turn and fall. Maybe I blacked out because I don’t remember hitting the ground. And it felt like forever before I realized I was staring at the sky, but when I sat up and looked behind me, the vehicle was only a few yards away, pulling over. I went over to the guy, and he asked if I was okay. I broke his passenger side mirror, and all I got was a bruise on my arm. Even though I was hurt, I just kept walking home. He offered me a ride, but I just wanted to walk. And I cried so hard that it hurt even more, but not because I got hit…
I cried because I didn’t die.

I am :: Sleepless.
Listening to :: Nothing at the moment.

When I opened this page I had something to say but after I signed in I for got what I wanted to say. I have been feeling weird. I have been trying to find a job but I can't seen to find one is about as easy as stapling jello to a tree. I am really thinking of purging my account. Maybe a name change will do. I am really considering spiking my laptop to the ground and do and score a touch down. I had to reinstall windows and I am forced to have this poor excuse of an operating system vista.