I know, I've been lacking the update for a few days. Bare with me, bloggers.
Well, for start, if you've seen my blog from previous date, these default templates do seem to do the trick for my tastes. I figured I'd place the sky theme for a few weeks or so, it reminds me of a brightside.
"I broke like a bad joke somebody's uncle told at a wedding reception in 1972, where a little boy under a table with cake in his hair stared at the grown-up feet, as they danced and swayed. & His father laughed and talked the long ride home. And his mother laughed and talked on the long ride home. And he thought about how everyone dies someday, and when tomorrow gets here, where will yesterday be? And fell asleep in his brand new winter coat. Buy me a shiny machine that runs on lies and gasoline. And all those batteries that we stole from smoke alarms, and disassemble my dispair. It never took me anywhere. It never once bought me a drink."
Today I was feeling doubtful to any pure thought that came to my mind, and I couldn't make it out as clearly and the pure as snow figure that I wanted for today's blog. I know how I want you to feel when reading this, I just don't know how to create the illusion.
I began writing a story and I never really finished. So I thought about it, and maybe I never will finish. It's a cliff hanger that you make your own ending too. Sometimes you're just in the mood for a good ending. Sometimes for the worst. Overview your thoughts, collect an assumption, and reply with it.
He was introduced to a park that reminded him of North Carolina; a place that wouldn't be so lonely, though. He imagined the park in North Carolina, and the football team practicing on their free-end nights in the field. And by the bench would be the parents, and his neighbors. He could easily recall those faces, only a month ago he had grown with those faces on his way to school each day. And afterall, the houses weren't far from another in Gilmore City.
But he was in Pennsylvania, and everyone could recognize this but himself. He walked in the front gates, not bothering to look at the flowers or the signs that later on he was told made the Park it's pleasant environment. All he cared for, was a place to sit and rest, like he did in the park in Gilmore C.
He sat on the first white bench that he came across. It was in the middle of the stone path, coming towards the paved path to the swings and playground. It was vacant, and his legs were calling for a rest. The space between a house or two for the sight was well done within five houses where he had lived.
Unaware of the traditions of the park, he felt as if one side had been saved. As he sat, a visitor carefully watched one side of the bench as if they were waiting to say something to him to move from that obvious reserved area. As soon as the visitor saw him peaceful in his own spot, he left. Without comment, nod of his head, or word of mouth.
Soon, without any preperation or notice another young girl sat next to him. She glanced to give a once-over. She obviously knew this park, and the people to visit. But the girl sat there reading her thick book. He glanced once, but slowly to view her whole appearance. All he noticed was the bookmark leaning towards the end of the book, and her eyes weren't seen from being addicted and attatched to the book. There had to have been a catch right there, as he glanced. She was into the reading so well.
She felt his eyes upon her, or he assumed. She glanced up and noticed him looking at the sky. Unaware that he was avoiding the embarassing eye contact, she smiled. "I guess you've never seen a sunset in Stroudsburg before."
He felt as if he could've said anything he wanted to there. Could have told her about North Carolina, the girls he'd met, the girls he'd dated, the kind of girl he'd like to meet, the walk to the park, the visitor, and how he felt about the attatchment to her book. But he just looked, dumbfounded.
She had auburn hair and green eyes. And the next time he looked at them, he noticed a tint of gold. He sat there for a moment, he'd think quick. "No, no I haven't."
She nodded and turned her head. He waited for a moment, as if she'd paused to think as he was. But the next time he looked she was glued to the book.
Sitting there with moments of silence and her short breath of chilly Autumn air, and his deep, and restless. He felt out of place to move. But she gathered her things before he could decide himself how long he'd stay with her reading beside.
He knew her back was turned, so he looked again. He knew she was something to write about. He knew she was something to pick up the guitar to tonight. He knew that it was something to bring home to his parents. He knew it was something he owed her.
The next day, at the same time of day, he went there again. Noticing the scenery again, he'd had a topic to discuss. She cleared the fog with her warmth as she came closer, and maybe it was because she just had gotten closer. He beleived it was her warmth. He smiled as she sat. Same place, he had become and belonged to this park.
"They've done a great job in the scenery. Beautiful as one's soul." He said. He felt proud of breaking the ice so quickly in the night.
"Sure is." She said.
He felt the autumn light burn his skin. And the chill upon hers had swept across him. He'd meet her in the end. It's the thing he hadn't missed. This wouldn't be in Gilmore City, not this. Not her. Not this soul. Wide and uncontrolled.
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Victoria got mad at me because I was going out with her at first, and then I said yes to Dom. So she's still mad at me, and I told her that she needs to decide whether or not she still wants to go out with me. Jenna got all 
cuz I was hangin out with Adam, and she calls him a stalker, and she's really 
. So we got in this big fight cuz she wouldn't tell me what happened before, so yep. But I told her that I would stop if she just completely ignore Adam. So ya. Well I'm bored now, and I like the way Aeonity looks these days. Blue is a pretty color, but I like purple better. Plz comment me and tell me things that could keep me occupied for a while and I shall certainly do that.
hello puckers...ha ha i'm so random right now. you know what i hate the most? when on tv, in october, they show all these horror/gory movies, and it's really gross when you're trying to eat food. i was eating pizza this morning, and i saw a scene from the exorcist that almost made me throw up. well anyways, on a lighter note, here's a convo i had with my friend, reed: