I was just thinking...
Friday. 1.26.07 12:09 pm
"He will do one of two things,
he will admit to everything,
or he'll say he's just not the same,
and you'll begin to wonder why you came.
Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend..."
I open my eyes, slightly. Is it time to wake up already? I roll over.
My mom comes in, "Hey, I'm heading off now. You better wake up and get things done. ...Do you hear me?!"
"Yes, yes. Have a good day." I responded without opening my eyes or even moving.
She leaves the room. My radio is still on, blasting slightly fuzzy music because of the reception. I don't want to wake up. Not yet. Just a few more minutes.
I start walking down the street to where my cousin's house is. Some punk kids start following me. Then I realize they're trying to avoid this younger kid who's trying to talk smack to them. But then I realize why they're rushing. The child is holding a gun. He asks me what I'm looking at and begins shooting at me. I run! In any other situation I would have beat this child senseless for being so rash and starting something with people older than him, but he had some leverage. I make it to my cousin's house. As I step into the old victorian house in what seems to be Russia, servants quickly take my supplies. They are glad to know that I made it in on time. Man! It's cold outside! They lead me to my room. And there she is. I give her a hug and a kiss. Pure joy seeps into every part of my weary self. We are in bed. As I sit at the edge of the bed I begin to feel uncomfortable for being so exposed. She's still laying in the bed. "Don't be like that," she says with a smile as she sits up, "It's my birthday and you know it." I smile back and reach over to hold her. We embrace. Both fully exposed. I haven't felt this happy in years.
Then it clicks. This is Nikki.
I sit up in bed, fast. Allright time to wake up.
These past few days I've been busy. Not extremely or anything, but enough to keep me interested.
My classes are going well. Drawing 1 is making me go bonkers. It seems that the professor's methods all involve my main weakness; memory and speed. My memory is shot and everyone knows I'm not entirely too quick, physically speaking. I like to take things slow and steady. But, I guess my professor knows how to bring out the best in people or whatever, so yeah.
Also, me and the other youth leader met with Pastor Rey. Things still aren't at their best, but the way I figure is that we're making a little bit of progress. Not so much church wise, but at least with the youth. He gaves us the go ahead to have fundraisers and there apparently ARE people who are interested in leading the youth. Why they haven't told me or Brooke is BEYOND ME. But I'll track them down. They cannot escape the clutches of helping the youth.
Also, work is going down the crap hole. Neither my supervisor nor the other high school tutor want to continue working there. So, they're both going to leave. If this happens that only leaves ME there. Yeah... I'm not doing that. So, the moment they're gone, I'm gone. I love these kids, but I don't love them THAT much. Whatever, it's the truth.
And currently I'm cleaning my room. I found an old journal of mine. It's weird. I can't believe so much time has passed. Oh well.
Allright, so I gotta go. And don't worry, in due time will come my story.
To all my nutang friendaroos, and even those that aren't...
Saturday. 1.20.07 5:54 pm
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