its very cold in my house. ive tried to pull my sweatshitr over my legs but i seem to get stuck ever time i pull that stunt. its amazing how certain sounds can be programmed into your brain to be ignored. such as a train wistle. if you live by a frequent train passing do you honestly notice every single time a train passes? its odd how such a recognizabel sound is so easily blocked out. but when i went to the beach the oenly thing i could hear was the crash of the waves on the shore ... and it drove me nuts trying to fall asleep to an unfamiliar sound. its 11:11 ... i heard once that you should wish at 11:11. ive stopped wishing. i dont think i ever got my wish. well i remember that i used to believe that if you walked under a bridge and a train went over head you could wish. and i wished for months that matt would ask me out. heh ... and that was my only wish granted. heh *sigh* its sad when you even give up wishing i just wish (for lack of better word) that i was a kid again. i want to float through life only worrying about whos birthiday party i was invited and wether or not id ever get that pony. ~chels
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