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Dangerous Sandwich

Thursday, August 27, 2009
So my fridge is practically empty, so rather than a peanut butter and jelly sandwich I had a peanut butter and jelly bagel. It was kinda funny tasting. But I was annoyed by the fact that once more my brother had put the peanut butter in the fridge, when I always tell him it belongs in the cupboard. I don't know why it annoys me but it does. I like having my jelly in the fridge and my peanut butter in the pantry. I guess maybe I'm afraid that if the peanut butter and the jelly become to friendly with each other they might:

A) Fall in love and run away with each other leaving me lonely without a good snack when I'm hungry.

Or

B) Form some sort of mutual friendship that over time develops into an unbreakable alliance against me. Who knows what goes down in the fridge they're probably plotting on attacking me right this instant. I better be more cautious next time I eat a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

Neglect

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Sorry I've been neglecting my blog for a while. I'm not very good with keeping up with things. And I feel like no one reads it anyways, because of the lack of comments *hint hint* I know I don't really talk about interesting things....but yeah. Life is good right now. School starts the 31st for me I'm uberr excited. Whoot whoot
Oh and don't mind the picture, it really has nothing to do with anything.

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Tuesday, August 4, 2009
I'm in New York my mother lives here. It's not the city and it's not much fun but I love my mother. A lot of things are going on and it would take to much time to catch you up so I'll post something I wrote a week ago, You can try to relate to it if you want...Enjoy!




Waiting is counting. You count the tears that gravity harvested from your eyes, Or all the times you checked your phone for a call that you know never happened. You count the weeks you count the days you count the hours, the minutes, and the seconds. The numbers add up one by one, and still you count. It consumes your mind. Your thoughts become infested with pleasant memories that upset you because they ended. You wish you could stop the never ending buildup of digits but you can’t. They continue to grow, blinding you from realizing the blessed life your living.

One day, you notice that you’ve stopped counting, you’ve stopped waiting. Even though you wanted it to happen, it never did, and you humor yourself with the thought of wasting time keeping track of numbers that no longer fit the equation.


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