How did it get this late?
How did I miss the clock?
Night has fallen,
Sleep is callin',
And I should be in bed.

A sleepover

A sleepover,
a sleepover,
a day full of friends,
To my blog,
left un-posted,
to you I give amends.

Remember

Remember.
Sounds,
voices,
songs.
"Christmas bells are ringing, somewhere else..."
People.
Faces,
Sights,
"Back on the street, where I met my sweet..."
Touch,
wood,
textures,
"We'll pack up all our junk and fly so far away..."
Smells,
paint,
deodorant,
"Would you light my candle?"
Tastes,
sugar,
friendship,
"When the notes are sour..."

Flashes of the senses,
memories seared on my mind
that come back to haunt me
in the middle of the night.
Dreams of a production
long over,
dreams of a family
seperated by summer,
and graduations.

I remember,
for Finale B,
the chorus,
offstage,
would join in.
That was the director's idea,
that there would be a massive,
unseen choir backing up the mains.
And us,
the techies,
who also knew the whole play by heart,
joined in more often than not.

"Life goes on
But I'm gone.
For I'd die
Without you!"

*Happy Dance*

Poetry
Songs,
I love finding references.
Sometimes I don't see them,
and sometimes I do.
I enjoy thinking I'm smart.

Into the Inferno

Oh.
My.
Gosh.
This game is so annoying!
I am missing the days
when we didn't have a Wii.
I have done everything
That needs to be done.
AUGH!
Why can't we move on!

Sleepover

Listening
to my sister
and her friends,
I love it.
The laughter,
the fun,
I am happy myself.

Tired

Tired,
tired,
so tired.
Exhastion drags at every movement,
fatigue makes my steps heavy.
Oh why did I stay up late to read?
Why?
The book was great,
but as my mind quickly flees insanity,
I am missing sleep.