And I wonder as I lay here, in this sleepless field of dreams..

HELLO!

Somehow you've stumbled upon my blog, scraping the ends of the internet for something interesting.

Instead you found this.
I hope I don't put you to sleep.


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It's funny how you don't have to be by yourself to feel alone.
Feb 10, 2007 || 11:30 PM || comment?

For reasons unknown to myself, I feel like crying.

I'm at my boyfriend's house, but he's sleeping, and I'm still awake. I understand that he is tired, but I just feel so alone. I wish I knew why. I feel bad because typing on this keyboard isn't all that quiet, and he's just feet away, probably already sleeping. He was awake for a little bit before going back to bed. I wish he'd stay awake, I don't know why, I guess because I feel like every time I see him I'm afraid it will be the last. I don't know why I think this way....


In other news, I went to Kevin's house with Jordan and Aaron to work on a Physics project (I'm not even in that class...) and his dad pretty much had the project already done for us. We just had to do what he said. It was pretty cool; I didn't understand when he drew out the plans for the catapult, but as we began building, I started to see it come to life.

Later, I went with my boyfriend and his two sisters to The Harlequin. We ate there for his late birthday (it was in January xP). I had chicken breast, I wish I had the crawfish etoufee instead...For dessert, I had fresh strawberries that I could dip in some cream that tasted REALLY good. For the first time, I tried /escargot/. For all you non-Frenchies, that's snail. Yup, SNAIL. It was kinda chewy to me, I don't think I'll eat it again. It's not bad tasting, just something I'd rather not eat. Go figure.

I wish I could be more like Mr. A to Z. His music is some of the most lyrical stuff I've seen. In this I mean, he's good with wordplay, which is why I guess I like him so much. You should listen sometime.