Shattered Eggshells Beneath My Feet
Walking on eggshells,
hoping they won't break.
I cannot care for you,
It takes too much of my strength.
If I do, I have none left for myself.
Nights spent, Crying in my sleep.

Can't speak,

Eggshells of shattered glass.
Holdong up so many,
That I can do,
So why can't I just hold up you too?
The eggshells,
With my raw pain,
Unnoticed eyes,
Unseen betrayed.
Whatever is said,
Whatever is done,
It cannot change
The ways of time.

Well, I am the Rainbow Munchkin! (don't ask). And my weekend was pretty cool (besides the whole Nate liking me thing...ew.) Jackie (AKA Evil Storm Munchkin) and I hung out for a while on Saturday and went to a hokey game. (That's when things got bad.) Lets just say that it ended with me screaming like a monkey by her dad's truck and asking her brother Joe if he wanted to be part of the "cloud munchkin clan". (Like I said, don't ask, you really don't want to know.) I got the funniest email from Iron Cipher, asking why I was mad at him. (sorry hun, but I still find the entire ordeal hillarious). So he was all stressed. I felt bad, (but laughed anyway...go figure). So as you can tell, this entry is about absolutly nothing in particular, so I will stop blabbing now.

Oh and Storm Munchi, I have a comic ready for you to see. I'm gonna put it on the computer later. ;) Its great!

Okay that's it, I give up. I will never understand him, (not that I really thought I would, but this goes beyond basic understanding to stupidly weird understanding). First we are cool, like brother/sister thing. That's all good. After a while I get used to it. Then, (once again) he starts acting like an egotistical moron. I try to ignore it, but he starts not just treating me like dirt, but my friends too. So yeah, I was thinking that was gonna need to stop. So what does he tell me? That I go overboard with my happiness, that I am immature and cannot set a good example. Now I am a person who takes me happiness as a gift. Serious just don't cut it with me. So as far as I knew he didn't even like me as a friend, just tolerated me. Now what happens? He tells Connie that I'm the only one he's ever cared for and still does. Hello! Can we say second grade attitude? And he says I'm immature. What is up with all of this?

Today was the niftiest birthday! (And thanks for calling Ray, even though I wasn't home). I got some killer christmas presents with my mom. Not everyone is done though. *evil smile* I'm just glad that I had a good day. Thanz everyone for the gifts!

Odd, I am confused, but then, not really. Its rather fasinating actually. Here I sit in front of a computer screen, typing my thoughts away and I really don't even have any to type. So where is all of this coming from? I do know that I am frustrated at people for not listening. I may not know best, but it would still be nice if they would take my words into concideration. But then, there will always be people who don't want to listen, just because they automaticly assume I have no clue what I am talking about. (which really bites). Plus the fact that I think everyone is starting to see me as some "christian freak" which is cool and all in some points, but because of it people aren't taking me seriously (if they ever were).

Okay, I am still completely clueless. (I know, nothing new.) But really, what is the point of all this dating crap? Who likes who, blah, blah, blah. Pardon me for bursting all of these silly bubbles, but everyone I know (or at least reads this journal) is no older then 18. And none of them are out of school. So what is the point again? None of them are going to get married any time soon. Heck, most of 'em can barely take care of themselves. How 'bout an entire new life? Doubt it. So please, anyone, clue me into this whole great dating mystery. Cus I sure as heck don't see the point. At least not this point in the game.

Tasks are put before each of us. Tasks that we must fufill. But does that mean that we will? Many tasks go unnoticed, unwanted. Because of this, these tasks never are accomplished because there is only one that can accomplish them, the person to whom they have been given. Tasks are given to each person; in one way or another. What are yours?

Does anybody realize that I have 12 days until my birthday? My Jess reminded me. (And happy birthday agian hun!) :D So yeah, that is so nifty. I'm also planning on taking my driver's test this week. (So every driver be warned!) *looks around evily* heehee. Well, I just thought that I should do a normal entry to kinda make up for my phycopathic-killer one from before. So yes everyone I am normal. Wait, no, I can't really back that up...sorry!