Unfathomed

POISON COOKIES!

Well, okay. Dara told me to just write something. So I did. =P But it's LATE, and I'm going to kill her because I've lost precious precious sleep over her. That's just how special she is. Key word being SPECIAL. That's right. And I mean that in the best possible way. I know you're laughing, so DON'T DENY IT.

It's great how everyong says I'm really spiritual. Hah. I haven't been believe me, and I wish I was more that way than anything. I'm trying to go deeper, but it always ends up hurting. Anyways, don't let this blog deceive you. Actually, read it for what it is: A screwed up teenager trying to figure God and what He wants to do in my life. Not to mention battling schoolwork and teachers and things like that. I'd love to say that I'm super spiritual and all about God, and have everyone look up to me, but the truth I guess is that I'm too far away from all of that. No one really knows how much I struggle, except for my closest friends who hear me say all the things that I do. (and you all know who you are) All the people who have seen my anger and BITTERNESS, and been angry at me. And I'd like to thank My mom, and my dad for making this moment possible...

But good news. I'm going to take some (what would you call it?) career tests, to get a list of the most likely jobs that I would be good at. I think that's how it works. I really realyl want to do it as soon as i can, because it would help even in the next semester. (whoopee, not even goign to have Social to keep me interested.) I'm going to be bored out of my freakin' life.

Notice I don't talk about guys on my blog? Hah, yeah. I'm smarter than that. Because if I did, everyone would know, and see the inner depths of my poor pitiful lovesick... soul?? Right. I need God too much. I need His romance not someone else's, but I wouldn't complain.

Stopping that paragraph before I get too carried away. Is this enough pointless cheese for you Dara? I live to please you master. hah, funny story. Once upon a time when our computer had a microphone on it, Richard recorded himself. Now, imagine my brother talking in a weird creepyish voice like that of the servant dude of Doctor Frankenstein. Roughly. And he said this: Yes, master. Whatever you saaay, master. I live to serrrve you master. That's why I will serve you a cookie with pooooison in it.

Ahem. It's was... funny. Hilarious even. You would have had to be there...

Really.

I think I'm done now. Bye.

posted by Robyn at 10:28 PM