Ok,so as a few of you may know,i have crazy dreams.last night was weired and to wake up think about it and how stupid crazy it was was even worse.
I can't remember all of it but for some reason I must have gone goth or something.I was a punk in an ally with a whole bunch of 'friends' and I was smoking a cigarette.how weired.In my sleep I think I could accually feel myself putting it to my lips and blowing out the smoke.Last night before bed me and my Sister took our dogs out side and we could see our breath.It was like blowing to see our breath when I was smoking.When I woke some of my thoughts were,I hate smoking.I hate seeing people smoke.What kind of a sick dream is that?? Any way,thats my story.odd right??
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Friends
Your Heart is your Love,
Your love is your Family ,
Your family is your Future
,Your future is your Destiny ,
Your destiny is your Ambition,
Your ambition is your Aspiration ,
Your aspiration is your Motivation ,
Your motivation is your Belief,
Your belief is your Peace ,
Your peace is your Target ,
Your target is your Friends,
Life is no fun without FRIENDS
Your love is your Family ,
Your family is your Future
,Your future is your Destiny ,
Your destiny is your Ambition,
Your ambition is your Aspiration ,
Your aspiration is your Motivation ,
Your motivation is your Belief,
Your belief is your Peace ,
Your peace is your Target ,
Your target is your Friends,
Life is no fun without FRIENDS
Monday, August 24, 2009
Grease
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Story I Wrote #4
Keira was so restless as she couldn't go out to her secret spot and see how much it had changed in all the rain.
As the days went by the mud hardened and the river went down and Keira finally was able to get to her secret spot.Even Fuzzy was happy to get out and run around.The river had come all the way up and taken her small bench in its current.She found it fallen over and stuck in the mud.She slowly drug it into the river to wash it off.Ten she slowly crept her way,with Fuzzy leading,back up to the treewere the bench always sat.Back at home she want to talk to her Father about it.
As the days went by the mud hardened and the river went down and Keira finally was able to get to her secret spot.Even Fuzzy was happy to get out and run around.The river had come all the way up and taken her small bench in its current.She found it fallen over and stuck in the mud.She slowly drug it into the river to wash it off.Ten she slowly crept her way,with Fuzzy leading,back up to the treewere the bench always sat.Back at home she want to talk to her Father about it.
Monday, August 3, 2009
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