Dreamweaver/The Only Exception

I've had some strangely vivid dreams this week. I think I've been watching too much Ni Hao, Kai-Lan. (I'm not admitting to watching it. I'm just sayin'... BLOG. That word's become a cleanser. Cleanser? Is that a word? Should I really be asking that? Ugh. Whatever.)



Do you want to play a game?
Let's play a game. Games sound fun.
Okay. We'll play a game called 'If You Really Knew Me'.
This game ended up being a life-changing series on MTV. (Shut up. I watch the channel. You can get over it.)

You message me something (this game's way too personal for the comments) I'd know if I REALLY knew you, and you'll get one from me in return. Not on my blog, but in the message.

But... I think you'd rather me write stuff. Stories, songs, blogs, my feelings, etc. That's what I'm here for. Maybe I'll enlighten you. Maybe not. It's not like you're reading.

You
are
the
ONLY
exception <3

I love that song. It fits my now. Except the 'you' is still nonexistent. Hayley Williams (the Paramore lead singer) has been rocking the charts lately. And B.O.B's Airplanes featuring her and Eminem is amazing. Lol, surprisingly, Eminem and Jay-Z are my favorite rappers. I don't listen to that scary rap, though. Just what hits MTV and pop music airwaves.

What else do you want me to talk about? I don't have much else to say, really. If there's something you want to hear from me, let me know. For the time being, I'll be talking about my life, which really isn't exciting.

Oh! Read my short stories! Here's the link:
http://www.shortstorysampson.blogspot.com/
They're also on Live Journal under the username broadway_hero.

I went to Band camp today. We have a new director. He's very tan. :) I miss the old one though. She's still in my memories. I saw all my... people. Got lots of hugs, which was good. It was needed. I FELT OLDDDDD! I think this year will go well. I'm just scared for August.

I feel like crying. Hysterically. You'd know why if you bothered to care. And if you bothered to care, I wouldn't feel the need to sweat from my eyes. (Crying, dummy.)

We can start that game now.
I'll go first so you feel comfortable.

If you really knew me, you'd know that when something's wrong with me, most of the time, I don't know what's causing it. The other 5% of the time when I DO know, I won't tell you or anyone else. That's because A) you don't listen, and 2) I don't want my parents to worry about me. For some reason, I say that whole 'you don't listen' thing a lot. Maybe because I just want to vomit out all my thoughts. I don't have the energy, nor does anyone have the TIME to listen.

Wow. That turned into a sappy confession.
Well, message me. I'll talk to you later.

Love always,
Lisa

Mood: Listless

(Oh, by the way, I am going to start that mood thing now. Like Live Journal.)

Adios, peeps.