I used to sit down for hours writing poetry about a boy who i let steal who I was and break my heart. Nowadays, I don't do much of sitting at all. maybe I am living in today now??? but its just a lil more chaotic. The unpredictable things seem to be the things I wish I could forebode. I used to feel really restrained inside a faint voice. Maybe I was afraid to see how unyielding i really am. I was talking to Greg on the phone tonight, and he started cracking up when I sounded "black." (i love how we are sterotyped by the way) Well anyways, I am so proud of him, because of his help with Lousiana refugees and finally the government is doing something "productive." And I am so so proud of our school for raising so much money. It's sorta sad tho, that some donated for a motive of their sight to behold then from the love of their hearts. I donated money b/c It feels good to be able to contribute to people who have absoutely NOTHING anymore. Work was sorta bad tonight. idk sometimes my head is anywhere but work and so I forget to bring things like my ID badge. Which causes the managers to talk about you. It just puts me in a bad mood but I guess its my fault. And Justin wasn't there tonight, and I had to work with Elissa-the bitch. If Janice (my gurl) wasn't there, I would have thought of shoving their heads in the salad bar, then having Greg finish them off. I did a lil freak dance after work *stand up to take a bow* let go, cause there's beauty in the breakdown