"As I stood at the last door of the last carriage today I saw the first door of the first carriage as the train went round a minor curve in the tracks.Not the whole carriage, just a whisper of a glimpse, and I thought to myself, what a lovely smile this train would make."
Something I found in the draft box of my phone
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Tags To The Tags
Thanks For The Tags:
Photobucket: Then go on a road trip, whoever you be, and not return! Dirty dirty bucket.
Glenn: Ask your fella la.that cute one. AHAH
Daniel: Rubbish.Belt Bodo.:P
Rooshdee: YEAH? no kidding! Gandhi told me he had one too. Chase the white people from our land, and let not violence be ushered from our hands. Eh.something like that. If he knew how to rhyme.HAHA
Daniel: True, and the wait makes it more worth it. But still.how many results are worth the wait?
Rainbow: Lol.Ok.
Photobucket: Then go on a road trip, whoever you be, and not return! Dirty dirty bucket.
Glenn: Ask your fella la.that cute one. AHAH
Daniel: Rubbish.Belt Bodo.:P
Rooshdee: YEAH? no kidding! Gandhi told me he had one too. Chase the white people from our land, and let not violence be ushered from our hands. Eh.something like that. If he knew how to rhyme.HAHA
Daniel: True, and the wait makes it more worth it. But still.how many results are worth the wait?
Rainbow: Lol.Ok.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Wait
People often wonder what is the meaning of life. I think it's learning patience. Your whole life, you spend waiting. For that bus, that call, that person, that term, that kid, that time. Everything is about waiting. Even sports, waiting to recieve that ball, to score that goal, to get that trick. Life is a long wait. A long wait of many little waits. How many are actually worth waiting for?
-Ramblegalore
-Ramblegalore
Monday, March 23, 2009
A Literary Bit
So we got the electives today. I got sports journ and radio journ, which is extremely retarded, cause I didnt even pick journalism in my choices. ITS LIKE JOURNALISM IS STALKING ME!
And shredding today wasn't great, spent half the time changing my new bearings back to the old bearings cause the new ones were bleeding oil, and then I couldn't jump. Anyway, I was rhyming like dr suess on the way home, dont ask me why, so I got a little bit of literature going.
The butterflies in my stomach
Are a strange force indeed
It beats wine, food, drugs, or weed.
It gives me a stokeness that drives one insane,
And its overwhelming energy resonates in my brain.
What causes these energies,
You might wonder and ask,
That is what I wish to find out,
That is my task.
Snore. Ok. Time to go have some coffee. Mmmm.
And shredding today wasn't great, spent half the time changing my new bearings back to the old bearings cause the new ones were bleeding oil, and then I couldn't jump. Anyway, I was rhyming like dr suess on the way home, dont ask me why, so I got a little bit of literature going.
The butterflies in my stomach
Are a strange force indeed
It beats wine, food, drugs, or weed.
It gives me a stokeness that drives one insane,
And its overwhelming energy resonates in my brain.
What causes these energies,
You might wonder and ask,
That is what I wish to find out,
That is my task.
Snore. Ok. Time to go have some coffee. Mmmm.
Saturday, March 21, 2009
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