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wRamblings of a Giggling Baka |
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Heed the words of a Psycho!
On The 01-09-05, The Baka Is Currently....
Feeling...Remoseful
Listening To...Magic by the Cars
Wearing...MASH shirt and MASH Pjs
Talking to...no one
Eating...nada
Drinking...Pepsi One
Reading...Too many books!
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Can You See Me?
Sunday, April 20, 2003 |
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Ramble Topic Uno: If My Walls Could Talk
Wow. I've lived in this house on Willow Trail for like eight years. More then half of my life. ::whistles:: If these walls could talk they would have some funny, sad, and just plain weird tales.
They would speak of having my best friend, Aly, over for the first time. They would talk of my third grade slumber praty bash. They would tell of my battles with the vacuum cleaner and other appliances in the dead of night when there is no light. They would tell of Nate coming to pick me up for the first time. So so so many stories.
They would tell of the first time my friend, Ashley, yelled at me. They would tell of the times we made up after our fights. The walls would talk about all my sunburns I've ever gotten from swimming at her house. They would talk about getting my puppies, my hamster, and my kitties. The tales they could tell if only people would listen. So many things they could learn about me. All of it true. Some of it funny. Some of it embrassing. Some of it just plain stupid (like I when I was running down my hallway when I six when we first got the house, tripped, and bashed my nose into my toyroom door.....or when I bladed down the steps and broke the closet door....)
They could tell of the times when I watched out of my toyroom or bedroom window, looking for a shooting star. Of times when I woke up screaming from a bad dream. The walls could tell anyone of things that have happened. If only the people would listen...
So many memories this place has.
When I cried when I lost a good friend. When I laughed at something silly. When I yelled at my dogs for knocking over and breaking my first cd player. When I threw my worst temper fit and broke all of my lego creations and totally destoried my toyroom. When I smiled at my dogs learning out to climb up the stairs.
Yes...memories.
If the mirrors could replay the times I looked into them. When I tried to fix my hair for the first time. When I brushed my nose instead of my teeth. When I first began to wear earrings. When I first got my contacts. When I ripped opened my bedroom door and smacked myself in the face with it. Hehehehe. The mirrors could show you so much of me.
Perhaps sides you've never seen.
The times when I get angry. The times when my optimism fails. The times when I just dream away, like Stephen in Galaxy Knights.
Hmmmm. The times.
If only the walls could talk and the mirrors replay the past.
T3H B4K4 last Rambled @
5:36:00 PM
Cookies?-[ Cookies!]
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