Okay, Look

I'm tired.



My back hurts.



My legs and arms are killing me.



But damn did I have fun at the dance last night! Ohmygod, my friends Kayla and Hannah and Angelika and I were dancing like crazy people in front of the big colored lights . . . it was so much fun.



***Important message that may or may not concern you: ROWAN! they played peanut butter jelly time, and all I could think through the entire song was, "I wish Rowan was here" ilyilyily ***



Luvvya all,


*Aily

A solemn post on september eleventh, 2009

Today, I was sitting in Spanish class, when I realized something.

It's the eleventh of September.

You're making the connection? I was. Nine-eleven.

On September eleventh, 2001, terrorist infiltrated a plane full of passengers, killed the pilots, and completed a suicide mission into the twin towers of NYC.

What some people don't always know, is that there was a second plane. A second plane, also taken over by terrorists, that was headed for the White House.

Now, the passengers on this plane did something about it. They got rid of the terrorists flying their plane--God knows how--and took over. None of them knew how to fly it, so it lead to a crash in a farm field here in Pennsylvania, leading, of course, to all of their deaths.

Out of the people in those two planes, there are no survivors. People who weren't even in the planes died.

[I've never done extreme, deep research on this particular subject, so please excuse any mistakes]

*A moment of silence for those who lost their lives or lost loved ones in the terrorist attack on september eleventh, 2001*

*Aily

Goddamn Song--get the hell out of my head

Well, guess who I saw yesterday.

ROWAN.

Holy crap, I've missed her. And I got to stand there and talk to her (and/or hug her) for a whole flippin hour.

And ever sine I've had this song stuck in my head.

That is annoying the crap out of me.

Even if it holds good memories.

It's that song from the old Cheerios commercials that they used to run on TV. It goes something like: Happiness runs in a circular motion . . . . love is like a little boat driftin off to sea . . . . happiness run,s happiness runs . . .

I have to admit, all-in-all, I've enjoyed my first week or so at Reynolds middle school. (yes, there are teachers I hate and yes, there are kids I hate even more) But I've missed Rowan. I had had a pretty crappy day at school, so when I saw Row I got all happy.

////in other news, my story--the one I was attempting to write--entirely died. But with it's death came the rebirth of a story I'd thought I'd lost a muse for. It's called You Think I'm Brave, and it was one that I particularly liked.

I'll keep posting on that . . . and on that note, I say goodbye for now.

[Rowan, you bitch, get a flippin Lync-whatever card]

*Aily