i'm a stubborn person. and i really don't like being told what i should feel or think. i'm also NOT your average girl who likes frilly clothes or baking. there's nothing wrong with those things, its just not me. i don't like it when people assume that i am or think that i should be. i won't be convinced. like i said i'm stubborn, i'm also passive-aggressive. if i'm told i should be a certain way i just become more resistant to it.
i like when my friends know my secrets. i really appreciate unspoken understandings.
in public school, we were required to do a speech as part of learning "public speaking" from grade 3 and up. when i was 11, my best friend jessica, did her speech about me. her speech was voted best in the class, then she moved on to present it before the whole school in the gym. i'd forgotten about this until today, i wish i could remember what she said. i considered the people in the book i'm reading and i wondered how someone would describe me. somethings that i would overlook and consider unimportant, may really stand-out to someone else. its intriguing. what aspects of my life would be noteworthy when re-telling my story??
if i lay here
if i just lay here
would you lie with me and just forget the world?
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good ole jessica...
good ole secrets...
(jars of clay...)
are you ok... did you slip and hit your head?
sometimes i wear two pairs of sox because the first pair has holes in them and the second pair is disappointingly short.
am i a secretive person? i want to be.
forget what we're told...
before we get too old...
show me a garden that's bursting into life...
...let's waste time...chasing cars...around our heads...!!!
sometimes i tend to rock out to jars of clay on my itunes..
i am obsessed with this pleeze refrain from smoking or drinking in the garden sign...
isn't funny that we have to try to be secretive?
sometimes i listen to the same song over and over again. right now my song of choice is bukowski.
i have a conference call in 41 minutes....
sometimes giving away our secrets too easily can blow up in our faces. its better to use discretion, but not always easier.
i have to go to the orthodontist and mail some more postcards. there sure is a lot to do here in novi, michigan...
hahahaha. say hello to the gilmore girls for me. but say it in german.
i am totally baffled. feels sort of nice... like being a little bit stoned or a little bit drunk, except the colours all look them same.
i'm glad there's still enough mystery in me to baffle the likes of you beckless.
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