Lets try this again

After looking at the pageveiws this lame ass blog gets I realized that I need to step my game up. I really don't know why people from Russia look at this (not that I don't want you to) but it kind of feels like people kind of count on this blog? I don't mean count on it like you know, but just kind of expect to get on here and find something new to read. So, lets talk about the sun. Now don't expect something sciencey and crap because this will prolly be everything but. The sun is great, at times. I mean it grows our crops and does this and that and if there was no sun then we would all freeze and die. But sometimes I don't want to walk outside and it being hott as hell. It doesn't get too hott here so I'm lucky. But I feel bad for alll those people living in the hottest of places. Now I am not about to name a bunch of hott places because that requires me to spell them correctly and that's a lot of work. The sun may be great for all you pale and paste-y  people who need to darken up a bit, but as for me I don't want to get darker. I hate it when the days get "longer" because that means I have to deal with the sun longer than I have to! Sometimes I like to wake up to the sun because I feel bad when I sleep later than 9:30 on Saturdays but on week days I do not want the sun any where near me  untill it is time for me to leave the house. I like to go to sleep in the dark and I like to wake up in the dark. Thank God I have black curtains. I don't hate to sun completely. Even though I don't really like the day time, I don't like the night on most days. Night is a scary place for me and my mind. And I kind of like it when its cold and windy and there's the sun to warm my face. Me and the sun have a love-hate relationship and I'm ok with it, I wouldn't have it any other way. Maybe I'll talk about grass tomorrow.


Poes Annabel

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I

Do you not see my silent crys?

Do you not hear my pain?

Do you not care that you’re hurting me?

Do you know you’re driving me insane?

“Why can’t you hear me calling out?”

                “It’s much too late to hear.”

“Why can’t you feel me reaching out?”

                “It’s far too late to feel.”

“Every word has been spoken

To take the pain away.”

That’s the lie you tell your self

Every single day.

II

Did you not see my silent crys?

Did you not hear my pain?

Did you not care that you were hurting me?

Did you know you were driving me insane?

“Why couldn’t you hear me calling out?”

                “It was much too late to hear”

“Why couldn’t you feel me reaching out?”

                “It was far too late to feel”

I know you tried your hardest

To take the pain away.

But none of this was your fault,

Today was just the day.

Heyyy

Heyy, what's up? Yea its been awhile. It took me awhile to get back into using Annabel since I didn't have her for a few days as you all know. Lots of stuff had happened between now and then and I'm not even going to to talk about them.

Mind control?!

Oh hello everyone! I posteed this with my mind! I wish I could but I didn't. I made this ahead, like on sunday night. So I'm gonna guess what happened today. I woke up with Annabel gone because mother left for her trip early that mourning so I will be slightly sad because I can't tell everyone what I dreameded about not that I would have time for that. Well I could since I a whole hour from the time I wake up to the time I normally eat if I'm forced to. Well no I go down at 8 so i don't have to eat since it's too late for that crap then. Anyways, I'll prolly get to the bus stop and say hey to Effie and tell her that my laptop is gone but I'll prolly tell her/would have told her on monday. Then I'll get on the bus and go to school then waste time until it's time to go to class but I'll be slightly late as always. It'll be a B day so I'll have life skills, oh joy. I'm not even gonna guess what I'm gonna do in the first three periods but I know already that I'm most likely not going to eat lunch. Woah, did you know that there is only one L in until? I had no clue. Anyways, after walking for lunch I'll go to spanish and have fun! Ok, who has netflix? Not this one. I asked my mom if I could get it for my birthday and she was like

"all you'll want to do is watch netflix and not want to do anything anymore because you can watch what ever all day long and you'll get bad grades and you'll get fat because you won't want to do soccer anymore because you'll be in your room all day watching netflix"

She really did say that in one sentence. So I just told her ok what ever. Wait, why am I talking about netflix? hahaha Oh yea, there was a netflix add in the other tab. 

Now, let us talk about this blog for a hot second. I think I am going to do a thing call 'Lets talk about...'. Now I'm not sure if the title should be that or should I put what I'm going to be talking about in there. In that thing I'm going to talk about random things like dancing and the colour carpet. Wait, I'm talking about this when this is going up wednesday. Oh well! I'll start it next week i guess. Anyways, I'll be talking about random things and it'll prolly be boring because I picked the random thing so if you want me to talk about something of your choosing then please say so. I think that's all I have to say. I have to make two more post for thursday and friday mourningish before tuesday. What am I talking about, I have plenty of time. Watch these be made the same day it's posted from some other computer. Oh well!

Poes Annabel

Whatever

So my dad is ignoring me and I'm kind of ok with it. I mean it doesn't really break my heart that hes not talking to me, it's not like we spend hours talking to each other so there's nothing really to miss. I this will prolly bite me in the ass because my mom is leaving tomorrow and if I need something then I can't ask her, I have to ask him and he prolly won't even look at me when I'm talking to him. But two can play at that game sir. I hope soon he realizes that I'm some what enjoying him not talking to me and I can return the ball just as well as he served it. Now I don't like it when people just talk to me but that normally when I don't know why they're not talking to me. I know why he's not talking. It's all because I hung up on him this mourning. I get, well it's really got since I don't call that person anymore because I know they will hang up on me in the middle of the conversation, don't worry, I'll talk about that in a min, hung up on all the time and I don't make a big deal out of it, well anymore, by ignoring the person. Ok now, I used to call this person when ever I needed to be distracted and if I'm lucky I would find something that that person would want to talk about. If I didn't then the whole time we were on the phone it would either be quite or I would just ramble on about nothing. Now my problem with that was/is when ever this person is talking to anybody else they have everything in the world to say to them. This person talks to people so differently from the way they talk to me and I'm not going to lie that kind of makes me mad. It makes me mad at them and my self. It makes me mad at them because why can't they talk to me like that! But it makes me mad at myself because that person doesn't feel like they can talk to me the same as they talk to their other friends. I could go on and on about that but I won't right now, but maybe later. Back to being on the phone with that person, after close to an hour or just sitting there I would realize I was talking to myself for ten minutes because they hung up on me, on purpose. This person I guess never really knew how mad it made me. Then I wasn't mad at the person, I was mad at my self, but now it's kind of both now that I look back at those times. Person, if you think I'm talking about you then I am. Now, back to my dad. So I don't know when he will feel like talking to me but I don't really care. I better stop before I'm mad at the world.

Poes Annabel

Heh, sorry

Hello, sorry I haven't been posting really. It's kind of hard to think of something to post that isn't really all about what happening to you. I mean no one wants to listen to that so no one wants to read that either. Also I'm having a writers block for my poems! This almost never happens but I guess this is one of those times. I've never been in a situation when I really needed poems but I couldn't come up with any. Well there was that one time for that 8th grade class but that assignment was stupid and those were even my real poems, just some half assed one. I don't know why I feel like I HAVE  to post something and I HAVE to get a poem in every  mourning because no one looks at this! If your reading this then thank you and you will get a cookie and your very near future. We get out grades thursday but I already know the important ones so I don't have to worry. Fucking 92 in spanish.  But atleast I got in A in math! And it wasn't even an  A she just gave me like last quarter, I got like a 97! Ok she gave me and A last quarter because I got  a 92 and she thought I worked really hard in the class and she's really nice on top of that. Well I guess I should get dressed for school. Oh yea, I'm soo naked while writing this. Perv.

Poes Annabel

I do not like the quiet.

It taunts me as I lay.

Laying silently,

Hoping the pain will go away.

But no,

Silence doesn’t help.

It only makes it worse you see.

It sort of kills me inside,

Because that’s where it haunting me.

Do you hear the ticking?

The ticking of the clock?

Of course you don’t,

It only mocks me

And what’s inside my heart.

So as you sit there happily,

Reading your books in peace,

I’ll stay here with my unsound mind

And the malevolent being that lurks.

My Tomb By the Sounding Sea

I want to walk into the ocean

And let the under tow take over me.

Taking my body out into sea.

To have the moon beat down on my face

And be the first to see the sun.

There would be no need to run

For the sea would keep me moving.

I could float to every island

And visit every depth.

The waters could be my friend,

My pal,

My home.

All I have to do is go,

To my humble abode.

What did that dream mean?

Sorry I didn't post this this mourning but I didn't have time! Right when  I woke up I was out the door and gone most of the day. But I remember the dream like I just woke up from it. Too much happened to go into detail but the rundown is everyone in my neighbourhood stored food and meds in the neighbourhood pond for some strange reason. The person who owned the pond was like the neighbourhood doctor and he wasn't doing a good job of keeping the pond clean and all that. So all of the stuff that was stored in the pond went bad and I got sick or something but that was before the pond went nasty. The water was green and there was squids or something gross floating it the water and kids were still playing in the water like the didn't see the dead fish float past them! So I woke up screaming because it was scary, well I was really scared in the dream but I was all calm in reality, but ii went back to sleep and the dream continuted. I don't really know what happened after I went-oh yea! There was a blue tiger thing in my yard and then I got woken up. So I do dream in colour. I'm gonna guess that the fakeish doctor was the theme or symbol so if you dream about a quack docter then it means that you need to be more cautious of people who claim to be what they are not. I think I another idea of what I'm gonna put on here so stay tuned! hahaha

Poes Annabel

OH! And German person you are very welcome here and tell all your friends that they are too, if you have friends :)

Poes Annabel

What did that dream mean?

Hey, its mourning time and I'm kind of pissed already. So the game play was to dream untill 9:00 then wake up take the dog out and feed her and all that, then come back and do this. But no. This mother fucker thinks I need to wake up at fucking 7:45 in the mourning to take the damn dog. Ok mr smart guy, I put the dog in at 9 last night. That dog has held its pee for more than 10 hours before. So now my ass it taking its sweet little time to take her out. But what pisses me off even more(sorry of I'm changing tense every where) is when I get down stairs NO ONE IS FUCKING HOME. Now don't get me wrong. I like waking up to an empty house as much as the next guy but the keyword here is waking up. Did I wake up this mourning? No the fuck I didn't, I was WOKE up. Same verb, two different ways to play it. And on top of being woken up really early it just messes up my eating habits. The longer your awake the more you eat. You're only supposed to eat like once a day, right? Well at least that's what I do. And look at me, I'm still fat when my friend here can eat whatever hesheit wants because-ok time to get on topic. Last night I did have a dream and I remember close to nothing, but I'm pretty sure the theme or symbol or whatever was racing because I'm pretty sure that's what I did in that dream. Ok this dream-I hear fucking foot steps and I was pretty damn sure this house was empty. Anyways it says it represents my competitive spirit and how I tend to measure myself against others. I do not! Hahaha I need to stop lying. It also says that I might need to slow down and take a different life path or some shit like that. Now I do not remember if I won or not but if I did win then that means my full potential for life or something and if I lost then that means I might be setting my goals to high. Ok well this post got kind of long and I have a feeling that no one reads them if the look or are long. If you have a dream you want me to interpret then actually look it up leave a comment or whatever. I hope evryone had a better mourning than I have so far!

Poes Annabel

I got it! Sort of..

Ok, I still not all that sure of what this thing is going to be but what I do know is that on a  kind of regular basis I want to do a "what does my dreams mean" kind of thing. So tomorrow mourning, bright and early since I have to take out the neighbours dog at like 9, I will kind of give an overview of the dream I had, if I even had a dream, and try to find the meaning of it here on the interweb. Oh yea,  morning is mourning because you kind of have to be me to get it but if you ask then I'll try my best to give you an idea as to why it is that way. I guess I should go to sleep since I need to wake at 9. Sleep well everyone.

Poes Annabel  

:D

shout out to that one German person looking at this! i hope you know who you are.

Poes Annabel

Not my Annabel!!

Oh this is so great. My mother is going to take Annabel for like 3 day while she's on some trip for her job. Oh joy, oh great, oh crap. Shes prolly go through my history and try to long into things like my email. Oh my god, what if she gets to my twitter. OH GOD, WHAT IF SHE GETS TO MY TUMBLR. Well I am very paranoid so that doesn't help the problem but I'm gonna be soo bored! Well i don't really care about missing a day or tumblr browsing, I mean we have other means of internet, but I just wont feel safe. Now don't go thinking of me as a person that can not put my phone down and can' t log of tumblr, I'm saying I don't want her looking around Annabel and then find something. So now I have to do some extensive history cleaning. "oh why is your history cleared" "uh, it was running slow" "oh ok" Excuse me while I go fill the bird feeder *instert hold music here* Ok, did you miss me? Doubt you did. I also have to feed my neighbours dog too. Even though we don't talk they don't hesitate to ask me to watch their animals while they're gone and I have no problem with that. Plus their daughter is pretty hott. Oh, if your super cool like me you should hit me up on mario kart and we should race sometime my lovely number is:

2493-4362-7922

and find some way to give me yours;) haha jk

Poes Annabel 

ideas?

Well hello everyone. How are all of yall. And by all of yall I prolly mean just me:( So I just redid this blog and everything and I was thinking about it becoming something else. Something "cool", something some people would want to keep track with can come back to everyday, even though I don't think I would beable to post everyday.  I thought this could be a place to talk about all the stupid things and people that happen at school but that would get kind of old. So if something really  really interesting happened or just something that made me really mad then I'll talk about it in great de-tail. This could be a place where I post my poems and I think this should be the place cas people on twitter surely don't give a fuck and I doubt anyone on tumblr does either so they're going on here were no one visits! yay! I don't really know what else to do with this blog. I mean I know next to zero people look at this so I don't  have to do a whole bunch to it but I don't know. Check back in later if I think of something

Poes Annabel