eyes are feeling heavy but they never seem to close. the fan blades on the ceiling spin but the air is never cold. even though you're next to me i still feel so alone, i just cant give you anything for you to call your own. and i can feel you breathing. and its keeping. me awake. can you feel it beating? my heart's sinking, like a weight....
open up, the train's coming though, choo-choo!
alright, my birthday. how was it? it was like a birthday. i cut the cake, before singing happy birthday to myself. jess was like singing: happy birthday to you... on and on and on and on. okay so just forget about that. hello earthlings. nobody sang happy birthday to me. woots! and i'm gonna give up my hopes and dreams bout the iPod for now, and get a new phone! preferably sony ericsson or nokia. but either, i'm gonna get a good one. mom agreed. i bet she was glad that i stopped moaning bout the iPod touch. sheesh. what a baby.
just kick life, or it wont move on.
i'm not gonna start writing a long grandma story bout the party the other day. just two words: call me. or to simplify everything to one word: awesome. so all i have for you in total is three words: dont call me. so anyways, my cousin changed the phone billing plan for me to a student plan. what crap. i get free incoming calls and blah blah. 100 smses and so on. but no more caller ID for me cuz she says its useless and i was like: "dude then what if some prankster calls and you need to report the number to the police?" and she was like: "then wait till that happens." another goon. sheesh. so i'm gonna get a new phone? woohoo!
send me to africa. but i wont be your slave.
madagascar escape to africa rocks! just caught it with my cousins today after shopping before the movie. we were apparently one minute late for the advertisements. i love them. not. cant they just get on with the darn movie? it was totally awesome, hilarious and of course, way better than HSM3. duh. i am like so freakin tired. after competing with daniel at this drum thang at the arcade in TM, my arms are aching so its not my fault that i cant write bout the details of the party today. maybe later. my eyes are drooping more than snoopy's. sorry.
melman the giraffe.