ShamelessDaydreamer

Today is Friday, November 13, and what did I do? Did I walk around under ladders, breaking mirrors and passing black cats? No, I did not, because I'm sick. Sick. For the first time in two years. Well played, bad luck. Well played. Funnily enough, this is also the first time I've drawn something in a month or two. Albeit crappily, but still. It's the thought that counts. Or something. My mom also informed me today that she's going to the midnight premiere of New Moon with two of my aunts on Thursday...without me. My mother has become more of a Twilighter than me.

So today my sister had the grand idea of "letting the kitten EXPLORE" around the backyard, while we "follow closely and protect her." I advised her against this (very) bad idea, and was promptly ignored. And when the kitten decided to slip under the fence and bolt across the field towards the (busy) road, she was surprised. ~facepalmplz (https://www.deviantart.com/facepalmplz) ---------------------------------------- In other news, I'm attempting to get a perfect score on every level in the GBA game Yoshi's Island! On World 3 right now...it's going smoothly.. ---------------------------------------- Oh! and I recently got a haircut, and...well... "Your hair looks like y

Ahhh. . .Today was a good day. I need to curl my hair more often. - - - With my heart on my sleeve And a ribbon on my wrist I don’t ever want to stop Feeling just like this.

Breathing dreams like air, I wanted to fly. But the ground was closer than we both expected. The concrete feels almost warm beneath my frozen fingertips, and I see your violet eyes in every asphalt mirage and neon sign.

. . . says my dear friend Brendan. He's right of course. Everything that boy says is profound. I've decided to place all of my feelings in a box, and hide it away. "You'll lose the box, just like you lost your mind," says Destructed16 (https://www.deviantart.com/destructed16). Good to know I have her support in this endeavor. Go check her out, by the way. If anything, her excellent poetry will amuse you. I mean, make you cry tears of blood. Ah. . .I'm tired.