| Words can kill |
[Mar. 17th, 2008|09:56 pm] |
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I tried to hit the bed at 9.30PM so that I could rise at 4.30AM to try to complete Math homework.
But I've been crying and wailing like a big baby. Can't sleep, won't be able to sleep and I think I'd rather type out an entry so that I'll feel better. I know no-one really knows where I've moved to, so it doesn't really matter if anyone reads. A blog is an online journal. A journal, free thoughts, free opinion. You write in your journal, when you feel like it. I can't be writing all this crap in my weekly English journal for my teacher to read. She'd probably think I'm insane and get help.
Today's like one of the days when the morning feels so good then when you want some peace, it somehow gets ruined. Not only does it make you feel annoyed, it makes you feel like a loser cause half the time you think its your fault.
Morning was good in the sense that everyone I turned to commented on my haircut. The worst thing someone can come up and ask me: "Did you cut your hair?". No, it just grew shorter.
We got into the finals of cheerleading and to make things better, we toped the level in score. I really thought 3/8 would have gotten a higher score than us, cause I thought they were better. But I guess the hardwork in all those pom-poms which took Emily hours and days to do, and the rest of us a few hours too, kinda paid off.
Made a fool out of myself during PE while partnering Emily since no-one wanted to go up. Lol. Laughed so much. And during Geography, after talking so much with Drusilla and not knowing Latitudes? All went fine, except after recess maybe, I was half asleep? Maybe only the smartboard kept my awake. (I think its damn cool.)
Came home, and instead of doing my homework, I spent my time on the computer and everything. Such a bad idea. See, my day didn't go that bad afterall, did it?
But sometimes people's words can just pierce you right through your heart. And they don't realise it. I seriously apologise if I've hurt any dear one with my stupid words. Cause when someone you consider dear, and have loved so much just tell you something really hurtful about yourslef, it sucks. Big time. I mean, I try not to cry. But then I think deeper, and deeper, and realise that I think things can be improved.
But who would listen to a 15-year-old? Maybe another 15-year-old?
I know sometimes people don't try to hurt you with their words. Words can really kill. I think I've killed 40972530495 trees after wasting tissue on my mucus which flows at a rate of 3ml/sec. Haha. Ok, that was a joke. Walking up and down to flush those tissues, then looking into the mirror and staring at your bloodshot eyes.
I'm tired. I think I'll just try to do Math, whatever I can do. And I don't feel like coming home early, like right after school tomorrow. I hope Ayesha can join me for Starbucks or something. And hopefully tomorrow won't be a bad day. Oh, we're having Biology in the lab. Wonder what we're gonna cut.
On a lighter note,
I had another weird dream last night that I just have to share, with anyone who passes by here. Nope, no dreaming of Earthquakes or a terrorist attack. I spent half the time tossing and turning in bed. (I don't know why I can't seem to get sleep in time these days.) And when I finally got myself 'shut down', I dreamt that I was talking to Shahrukh Khan and Rani Mukherjee (?) My godamn favourite actor/actress!
Seriously, no kidding!
I bet I was smiling uncontrollably in my dreams. Dammit, I really wish that to happen. And they were so friendly towards me- Asking me to purchase 'Chalte Chalte', a movie in which they both acted together, for 4 dollars! HAHAHHA. And after a few moments, I 'dreamt': "Oh, I should go ask Dad where he kept the camera so that I can snap a picture with them."
And then I realise, the camera is really with Dad, and if I wanna use it, I'd really have to wake him up. See, it gets cut in the nice part only! But I thought to myself, "Hiya, dream what would it be like if I had the camera with me." Haha. But it didn't work I guess.
I told my dream to Meetrra. Meetrra told me she dreamt about Shahid Kapoor. HAHAHAHHAHA.
Ok then, I hope I'll dream about Hirthik Roshan and his washboard abs tonight, if I get any sleep that is. This, seems, so lame, I know. Goodnight!
I hope you'll call tomorrow. I don't know why. |
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