I don't like confessing to people that I'm not actually as in control and on top of things as I appear to be. I try to appear on top of everything, happy, etc. But I'm really very stressed a lot of the time.
"You can't help respecting anybody who can spell 'Tuesday,' even if he doesn't spell it right, but spelling isn't everything. There are days when spelling 'Tuesday' simply doesn't count." -- Winnie the Pooh
I lied about being sick just to run away from our informative speech, yet I attended the class on our debate day even if I'm really sick.
I tend to dislike speeches, but for some reason, debates seem kinda okay to me. Derp.
I also think I like dogs more than cats (please don't kill me)
Well, I've been with dogs ever since I was a kid. I wanted a cat but my grandmom hates them.
Enneagream: 5w4 “The Iconoclast”
Alignment: True Neutral
Just open up your eyes, why don't you grow up and see?
But what the hell is "growing up" and tell me when will I be?
Can a single person out there just explain it to me?
Hey, just tell me how... It's not like I care now.
I saw a ufo over lake michigan. i was on the lake with five other people. we all saw a flying shiny blue orb spin in zig zags and then fly up and vanish out of the atmosphere.
later in the news they said meteors flew over the city. i've seen meteors when i went sky gazing in other countries where you can see every star in the sky. this blue orb did not move naturally. it made a strange zig zag pattern and was about 1/5th the size of a small full moon.
after we all saw it another group of people on the lake came up to us and asked us if we saw it too. a big group of people all saw it. to this day i wonder what we saw. a part of me thinks we saw a meteor and another part of me wonders if it was a natural phenomena like the aurora field.
a few days ago this memory resurfaced when i heard that lake Michigan had some strange anomalies in the past like the Bermuda triangle of people disappearing. some think there is a worm hole in the water.
i probably won't be swimming in lake Michigan for a while. it is an erie body of water. in the winter it seems haunted.
"i shut the door and in the morning
it was open
Olemn slammed his hammer and from the sparks on the metal of his anvil came the spheres of the heavens.
Sayrah blew life into the spheres and they moved. From her wheel she weaved the names of people in to mystery.