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