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They took tumblr off of the computers at school. You can’t blog, but you can look up vanarial diseases on Google. This post is totaly pointless, but it’s been way too long since I’ve typed a word, so here goes…

I’m watching “Glee,” for the first time! Woot woot! That is the only thing I’ve done today. Seriously. I had reeses puffs, took a dump (sorry if that offends), and turned on the oxygen channel; to witness this glorious show.

I’be been watching for 4 hours now, and I’m starting to fantasize my high school being like that. Wouldn’t it be great? Jimmy the quarterback, has a crush on Tyler, the art freak, and instead of going into a state of depression, he sings a “Journey,” hit. I wish life passed by song. I wish this so much that I organize my life’s events into what song was playing at the time. Haha it seems that, depending on my current music preference, is how I interpret what’s going on around me. This summer was my reggae phase, and I currently love indie, and alternative.

Heck, I’ve fallen in love to kesha. High school may not be an episode of, “Glee,” but maybe I’m not looking for that; maybe I’m looking for more cliche moments. We all need a dose of Hallmark, now and then.

Scene: Kitchen picnic table (no we dont have a traditional table like normal Americans)

Characters: Tay and Jess

“I love this song! It’s so..” I try to pick out the proper adjective, “Bluesy,” I say in approval. Taylor isn’t listening though, she had her spoon poised above the bowl, and doing something strange with the free one… She was Randomly poking her elbow. “Ow ow ow!” I chuckled in response, “Hey maybe your arm will fall off.” Tay stopped poking the spot. She looked up astonished, “Well that would suck..” “Because you’d be crippled,” I replied nonchalantly. She huffs a breath, “Pshh, no, because no one would date me.” And with that, began to poke her freaky elbow spot. Inhuman.

Red stands for stop.

 See an “X?” That stands for rail read crossing.

 The middle finger means, “get lost.”

 A wave, stands for, “keep moving.”

So what do I stand for? Do I have a symbol, or street sign depicting my meaning; in Heaven’s golden book? I like to think so. But the notion is so subjective,when I’m searching for the right chair to stand on, the right choice to step on.. It becomes a winding staircase.

Honest?

 Sometimes I’d rather be sitting. But after slumping for so long, everything you know joins in life’s musical chairs; your left butt numb, and wishing, for the music to start. After considering all this I’ve decided:

I won’t sit in a chair, reclined, relaxed.

I’ll sit in several.

 I won’t slump until someone hits play.

 I’ll supply my own beat, my own rhythm to the speed my musical chair switches.

 Maybe I’ll never have have my own seat. Never, a resting place designated for me. That’s okay, I don’t want to reserve anything. So now, I take off my shoes, and walk. Stopping every now and then to lay in the grass, or sit on the curb.

                                              “Growing Up” By: Tay/Jess Johnson

Growing up is like birds learning to fly,

It’s like the clouds in the sky,

You fall in love, even if you’re not ready,

Once you start you never stop,

Growing up is like the first shallow step into a deep pond,

Never say never does not apply,

Put away the tiara, now for the suit and tie,

Down the road the picture bends and crumbles,

Some one save some time,

The clock blows up, end of the line

I  am a nerd who loves words. I like poetry, books, English class, even the freakin quizzes. My sister is not how ever. Where as I enjoy the lyrics, she is moved by the rhythm and bass. So, when she asked me to help her with a poetry paper, I was happy to contribute… But, I didn’t think I’d be giving her, probably, the best stanza of my life! Yes.  Lines 5-10 were conceived, from the mind, of despicable me; never to be gotten back… Watch, she’ll win a prize on this thing. Hahahaha, my freaking life.