I was ready. Ready for anything.

Anything but him answering his phone.

I'd heard what they said about him, but couldn't believe it. I had to know.

I had a speech planned for his voicemail: "They were wrong," I'd begin in a forlorn, but deliciously raspy voice. "You are a brilliant actor. You fooled us all until the very end."

But it didn't work out that way. No, I called him, and he answered.

I cautiously explained why exactly I was calling. His voice was slow and steady. "You know me. I was kidding around..."
Yeah. I know him... I think

The Funny Thing Is....

The last time my heart was broken, was June 2, 2006, when I scanned the crowd at Graduation, and saw that my grandparents were not in the crowd.

Then, they had the gall to call months later and ask when it was. I felt screaming: "It was on your fudging calendar! I put it there myself!"

This isn't the first time that they've tried to pull crap like that. Christmas, they didn't call. Birthdays came and went. Still no call.

A few months later, we come home, and on the back porch, there was a bag of presents. A few gift cards and cards for the occasion.

Now, the only time they call is to say, "So and so died."

It rather reminds me of that song by Paul Simon, in which he sings: "I don't want no part of this crazy love, I don't want no part of your love.

Just a Thought

A few weeks ago, my mum asked me what made me happy. Besides all the normals things like friends and family, I couldn't really think of anything. So, I going to try to compile a list. Please bear with me.

1. I need a red sweater. Red sweaters have this amazing healing ability. It must be in the dye or something...
2. A good book. This one goes without saying. Hours can pass with one good book.
3. 1 rainy day a month. It has to be warm rain. If there is more than 1 day, I get kind of pissed off.
4. Sanity. Yes, sanity, which is hard to come by these days, makes me happy. Too much of what goes on is insane.
5. This one will sound really lame, but I need the stage. In November, I auditioned at school for a musical, and I can't describe the feeling I get on stage. It's like magic. Everything, for those five scrawny, little minutes, was PERFECT. Anything that was previously on my mind had disappeared, and it was, quite simply, a good feeling.

That's my list. I really can't think of anything else.

A Cellphone That Is Hot and Pink

Lilith's cellphone was taken away today. Some girl was messing with it, and Gresco took it away. Ha. So, I went with her at the end of school and Gresco said "Why did Adams have your cellphone." Lilith, being the crazy felon she is, said, "Um, I wasn't fully aware that she had gone into my pencil case to get it." "Oh, yeah?" replied Gresco, "Well, keep track of it. Wait, what colour is it?" he asked sneakily. "Hot Pink." She said in almost a whisper.

friends

A smile passes between us, sometimes a secret wave.
A shared laugh about thinking the same thing.
We cried on each others shoulders,
When we were scared, our hands clasped tight.
Who knows, as this year ends,
If we shall be this way again next year?

disection of the human mind

In biology today, we disected worms. Why do we disect worms? Does "breeding them for science" make it right? If it's "okay" to disect baby pigs, why can't we disect humans?