Thursday, April 10, 2008
Preguntas Generales
1. Description
2. Si pudiera una palabra sería fiesta porque yo tengo mucha vida.
3. Mi cita perfecta sería andaba y jugando en la playa.
4. Era joven y estupida.
5. Mi trabajo es trabajando en las películas.
Preguntas para pizarras blancas
1. Sería una mariposa porque son bonitos y tienen muchos colores.
2. Sería Madrid porque tiene mucha historia.
3. Sería Brasil porque
Posted at 02:44 pm by RockGirl21
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Preguntas Generales
1. Description
2. Si pudiera una palabra sería fiesta porque yo tengo mucha vida.
3. Mi cita perfecta sería andaba y jugando en la playa.
4. Era joven y estupida.
5. Mi trabajo es trabajando en las películas.
Preguntas para pizarras blancas
1. Sería una mariposa porque son bonitos y tienen muchos colores.
2. Sería Madrid porque tiene mucha historia.
3. Sería Brasil porque
Posted at 02:44 pm by RockGirl21
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Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Dictionary.com states: having acute mental or emotional sensibility; aware of and responsive to the feelings of others. My trait is something that only my family and closest friends tend to experience. It’s something that is good, unless you get too much of it. I’m usually unaware of this trait of mine, because I don’t realize it until someone tells me about it.
I looked up my word online and found out there are a many number of things that explain my trait, and it’s not too uncommon. It’s actually inherited by 15%-20% of the population and is often mislabeled by shyness.
A few descriptions of this trait I found include experiencing a lot of mood swings, sometimes occurring almost instantly and also being affected by other people's moods, emotions and problems very easily. I am also very intuitive and can usually sense if someone isn't telling the truth or if something else is wrong. Often times I get concerned and worry about many things, and have also been told that I "take things too personally." Finally, I feel compelled to file and organize things and thoughts, enjoy simplicity and may become overwhelmed or even immobilized by chaos, clutter, or stress.
One of the ways I tend to “escape” or get away from my trait is to indulge myself in a book, clean my room, or just relax in a dark place such as my bedroom.
Although my trait may sound like a terrible thing, it’s not bad unless I don’t control it. Usually it allows me to help people and understand their thoughts, which is a good thing, because a lot of people come to me for advice and deep conversation. I guess my trait is a blessing and a curse altogether, and I’m going to try my hardest to tally up my blessings over my curses.
Posted at 06:49 am by RockGirl21
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Tuesday, November 15, 2005
The quiet takes us over and the rain drowns our thoughts into cold. Maybe the sun has turned to snow again. This stoplight has never looked so good. My lips are cold but my intentions are well. The leaves scatter like our thoughts. Reflections of the dead colors left to come. Racing through our fingers they fall ... cutting what was once our memories of Autumn. This house has never been so alone. The scent of you is all that’s left. You think you’ve got me but, you’ve always wanted this; I always wanted you. Nothing’s better than this passion turned cold in November.
Posted at 01:08 pm by RockGirl21
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Friday, October 28, 2005
So this is it. This is life.
Take me there
Bruised and bleeding
It can be
Our fairytale
Don't you see it?
How beautiful it is
The shattered reflections
Glass on the floor
I can hear it
The sweet melancholy
Our screams are harmony
Because of you
Your soul can feel it
I believe it
That I'm slipping
Closer to you
Beautiful and bleeding
Shattered reflections
That's our fairytale
Screaming
Posted at 01:38 pm by RockGirl21
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Saturday, October 08, 2005
Missing you was always one more kiss
Anybody else thing Homecoming is overrated? Such a cliche teen experience.
Well, it's tonight, wish me luck.
My sister didn't win homecoming queen. The student body is pissed. That always seems to happen. I think the staff is against us, or the students are just faking it. I voted for my sister. Although she didn't deserve to win.
My boyfriend is pissing me off. It's 2:15 and he's supposed to be here at 3. Christ.
My best friend isn't my best friend anymore. She's more like the close friend that you only see once a month randomly walking through the mall. I have no friends. I've learned to not have friends. They use you. For your expertise on boys clothes makeup and social status. But they never wonder what's wrong with you.
Used. Yeah, that's what I am. I guess I should enjoy it. Atleast I'm not clueless on how to play the role.
I talked to my ex last night. It wasn't that bad. I just get tired of hearing from every boy that I was the best thing that happened to them. Get over me, and move on.
I love this life, I wouldn't want it any other way.
Can you tell I'm lying yet?
Posted at 02:24 pm by RockGirl21
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Monday, October 03, 2005
How many people still come here?
I've been thinking about deleting this place.
Posted at 05:52 pm by RockGirl21
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Sunday, September 11, 2005
You never really were that special
8/29/05
"I still remember that first night at his house. That first time I was ever with him alone. After the show, we walked through his 16 acre land. The paths..the moon.. the stars.. the fireflies. I can still see it. A snapshot, kept in my mind. It doesn't play forward, it doesn't reverse back. It's just there. It's him, it's me.. It's all we'd ever wanted.
For our one month, he took me back there. He remembered everything. The exact paths we took, what all we looked at. This time we weren't too shy. We held hands..we kissed. Then, just like the first night, we layed on his trampoline.. Obsessing over the stars, the moon, and the airplanes, for only reasons we'd understand. He kissed me there, just like the first night. Like our first kiss. Only it was more passionate, more understanding. We understood that we had eachother this time.
Those kisses melt the world away.. and keep me there.. frozen. Alongside the stars, the moon, and the airplanes."
Posted at 06:47 pm by RockGirl21
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Wednesday, August 17, 2005
Summertime, and the livin's easy
Posted at 07:55 pm by RockGirl21
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Wednesday, August 03, 2005
I wanna feel your body breaking
My best friend is going to a different school than me this year.
Fuck
Posted at 03:26 pm by RockGirl21
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