Sylph Angel

Thursday, January 7, 2010

Hey everyone. As you've noticed, I haven't been blogging much lately. Nothing much to say, haha. Being dead isn't very intersting you know! Haha, joking. Anyway, my palms are hurting a little from the 400 pushups on that disgustingly rough ground. That disgusting inch-long shiny patch (AKA skinned blister) on my foot hurts too. It was leaking shiny stuff... But I think it's starting to pus now.

Sam Ulley? :D

Megalomaniac reminds me of YH. Haha.

In other news... I have a memory.

I was walking down a downward sloping asphalt path. To my left was a steep grassy down slope. To my right, a steep grassy upward slope. There was a light, cool breeze, causing the branches of the tree ahead of me to billow gently. Coupled with it, a light drizzle, and a soft touch of weak sunlight. Clad in drenched clothing, feeling cool, relaxed, and refreshed, I replied...

Just to give you a little background information, that day I skipped the Language Arts festival (DUNDUNDUNNNNNN!!!!), which was supposedly compulsory... For training. :D See, I'm insane. Haha.

So there's my memory. It seems nothing more than a dream now. Maybe because the subject now only exists in my dreams. Very honestly, I want those dreams to come through. I'm not asking for much. Just to... Talk like we're from the same planet. No, more like... To have a MUTUAL conversation, and not me talking to myself. Even that is too much.

WAIT, didn't I promise myself to wash my hands clean and ditch the idea? This is the real problem. I'm FICKLE. Or is it more than that? What does this change in decisions, emotions, have to do with anything? I have theories, that it isn't a singlular change of any one factor, but more of an overall change. Reason? Haha, in te process of confirming currently. Got loads of time to think now. Now, that I'm not in any significant pain.

Thinking is fun. Don't deprive me of it.

Sweetieeeee!

I LOVE YOU.

Bye.

vεﯠαחƒőχ @ 7:47:00 PM.