gissy truly sux.

Tuesday, March 15, 2005

Whee! Its the March holidays! Not that its really much of a holiday... I think I shall type one entry quickly before I hop onto my bed and.. do whatever I feel like doing.

Drama SYF isn't going too good for me. I think I shan't be an actress anymore. Don't think I'll be able to cry on the spot. I can't -feel- anything in the first place! How do I act like that!?!? Anyways.. I better not continue on this subject or I might start revealing what we're doing for SYF. This might turn out disastrous as some other schools might COPY us! *dares the others schools to come near us*

Dang. Think there's a mosquito down here sucking at my going-to-be-modelled legs. Eep! I just felt it! I think. *lifts her legs and rests her feet on the seat* *sad*

I wish hotmail were working for me. I wish I had access to some computer! Which can access hotmail, that is. I might just break into one of the school's computers:P Yes, we have internet. In our classes. Cool stuff, huh!? So what if your school has it too? *scoffs* My school is better. LOADS better. (Oh yeah, I don't know if I've mentioned it.. I'm from KC:P)

Wonderful. Don't you just LOVE it when two mosquito bites combine to form one large one? It forms such a beautiful shape, don't you think? *scratches them to emphasize her unspoken point*

Wonder how many paragraphs I have to write to complete this post. To make it LOOK complete, at least. I can't just possibly end here. It'll be like some abrupt stop to an exciting story. (Not that this is exciting.) Have you ever watched an engaging movie before it suddenly stops and ends, causing you to go 'That's it?' or 'Huh?'? STOOPID. *pouts* My legs itch. Badly. :(

Oh, and by the way, Marianne, if you're wondering why Aretha can tag on my shoutbox, that's because she's my darling. Umm.. She WAS my darling. So now.. I'm currently single and UNavailable.. Not that anyone wants me or vice versa.

This is gonna seem mysterious to most of you, but I think I'll feel better typing this out.

Fuck him.

ANYWAYS! I wrote a poem! Not the kind that I have to work on for months and years... Just a simple one that I took about an hour and a half to compose. It actually looks like song lyrics, so I have been trying to musically tune it.. to no avail. I think I shall leave it as a poem. I hate writing the start and middle of poems, I like ending them.

I'm not looking at the clock now, so when I look at it, and its last number is even, I shall type the poem out. Otherwise, I'll find some other time to do it. Here goes..

Its odd. Ha! There's something wrong with the computer's clock, though. Its like 1 hour and 10 minutes slow.

FINE. I shan't be unfair. If the second hand on my other clock points before 30 seconds, I'll type it out, and vice versa. *checks her clock*

Umm... it just touched the 60 seconds thinggie. I shall wait for a while then.

*a while passes and she glances at the clock*

*wails* I don't wanna type it out!

**I was wrong**

Is it wrong for me to view and judge the merits of each soul?
Is it wrong for me to not separate the new from the old?
Is it wrong for me to be ever so cold?
Is it wrong for me to lie of true stories untold?
It is wrong for me to love too much?
Is it wrong for me to share my heart?
Is it wrong of me to not trust?
Is it wrong of me to do such?
Is it wrong of me to hide what I feel?
Is it wrong if I cannot discern what if real?
Is it wrong if I bear wounds on my heart that use ache to kill?
Is it wrong if I take long to heal?
Is it wrong to release what I store?
Is it wrong if I need to scream myself hoarse?
Is it wrong for me to scar to find out more?
Is it wrong for my heart to lock its door?
Is it wrong of me when I don't have it all?
Is it wrong of me when I try to stand but fall?
Is it wrong if it was your name for many nights I called?
Is it wrong if I call myself small?

Perhaps
I was wrong-
All along.

-gissy

Doesn't it look like lyrics? *blushes and makes to delete it* It not -that- good, but I like my ending. *beams*

darkness falls at 9:19 PM