Day 3 and still voiceless. I had big plans for this weekend. It was going to include alot of illegal fun. But instead I'm stuck at home. I figure it's for the best, no one wants to try to interpret my form of sign language I've invented. But this boredom is beating the crap out of me. It's gotten so bad that it leading me to writing shitty teenage poetry. Well, generally it's shit. I'm just going to add to load. ---- I write you a book and you let it collect dust. You express one 'hello' and it stays fresh, replaying in my memory. My eyes are drawn to yours, but you look everywhere except my way. You meet my lonely eyes for but a few seconds, and I feel alive. I embracingly hold my arms out, but they are ignore, always left empty. You open up one arm, and I quickly throw myself towards it. I try new techniques to win you over, but failure remains constant. There's not a need for you to do a thing, and I'm faithfully and unnoticeably yours. I wish your presence not to leave, it's the only trigger for a smile. All the while, You sit there thinking of an excuse to flee. You're everything, I'm nothing but invisible. --- Sorry. Not only for it's terribleness (i never tried poetry before), but also for maybe filling you with a depressed mood. Considering the circumstances, this may come as a shock.. but I'm actually doing okay. I'm not as pathetic and disappointed as that made me sound. So I'll write stuff to render happiness now. Like what I've been up to. *changes writing attitude* --- It's starting to get warmer outside and it's looking alot like spring again. Dad took me to practice parallel parking this morning. I skillfully mastered it. Grandma is bringing her Chicken A la King tonight for dinner. I'm all smiles. I bonded with my dog, Taylor. I was like 'Hey, you can't talk either! Let's be friends.' It was a pivotal moment. I re-found the awesome movie, Little Women. It makes me cry like my Dad (who cries at anything, even Aladdin). I'll admit it, I willingly listened to my old Hanson CD today. I'm developing lots of crushes. My loneliness has transformed me back into the I'm-oh-so-in-love-with-every-boy-I-see type of girl. It's really fun. I recommend all single girls to try it. You'll feel like a cheesy 6th grader with their eyes on the stars.