I'm just warning you, the 'information' that I attempted to present to myself was originally only for myself, and for myself only. (If you keep reading and I keep writing, you'll find that I like restating myself in different ways for dramatic effect. C'mon, you have to admit that was awesome.)
grrr stupid english-class boy! We're learning about Thomas Paine's speech-thingy in english (the 'official' name of the course is 'American Literature'), and that stupid boy giggled to himself and said under his breath 'and now I have Pain by Three Days Grace in my head'. THE STUPID BOY PUT IT IN MY HEAD!!! AND IT'S STILL THERE!!!! and you know what sucks? I was the only one that heard him! ...tomorrow I should sneak up behind him and slap him upside his stupid Three Days Grace-loving head!
(you'll also find that i can be quite random and sometimes violent. but not in real life. i don't like to slap people, i sneak up behind them and kick their knees out from under them. much more entertaining...)
so anyway, I'm probably gonna start uploading my diary entries sans people's names and things that only matter to me. also I'm getting rid of anything very personal that I don't want to share with complete strangers who don't even know my last name. of course, it is often easier to reveal oneself to the unjudging eyes of a complete stranger. oh, to spill one's soul and be able to walk away from any consequences that may follow! maybe that's why airplanes are often the most emotion-packed places a person can be. unless it's a nightflight, then everyone's asleep. except me, I never sleep on planes. I just like to open the plastic shutter on the double-paned plexiglass window and look out, leaning my cheek against the coldness of the sky above the clouds. the moon and stars shine so brightly off the tops of the clouds, and makes the entire world look like it's made out of silver cotton. and when the clouds break, it's like looking down an infinitely deep hole onto a world completely different from your own, a world permanently rooted to the ground, a world held captive by gravity.
ok, my poetic streak (if you could call it one) is over, and so is my creativity.
night night peoples!
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