Laundry

Go die in a ditch, or fold yourself already. You cause me so much pain in my life.

Ok, not really, but c'mon already. You would think someone would have invented a robot that could do all of this stuff for us. If we can fly to the moon, we can have a robot that folds our gosh dang laundry!

Just Study.

Just look at this picture. That is all I need to say. Just study every last thing in this photo. Every last detail. It's so touching that I'm amazed.

Help.

Ok, I need your guys' help with something. I am writing this short story for creative writing, but I don't know where to take it. I have an (in my opinion) amazing intro, but I don't know what to do with it. Please read it, and help me decide where to take it, and how to get back to this scene. And I need a title, I'll probably do that later, though. Oh, and I can have up to 15 pages double spaced. :) So I want it looooong.

When I opened my eyes, it was just as dark as it was with my eyes closed. I could not even see my hands tied up three inches away from my face. My shallow, fast paced breaths echoed through my head. The hairs on my body were plastered in a muddy, sweaty, bloody mess. The hair on my head sprawled every which way, clinging to the smell of cigarette smoke. My feet were swollen and screaming in anguish to be released from their excessively tight binding. I could hear low voices mumbling from down the hallway. My naked body shuttered in fear. I attempted to call for someone, but my mouth was stuffed with some type of cloth. I wracked my brain to try and remember what happened to me fragile body; why I was in a dank dark room tied up, bloody, sore, and naked.


So that's my intro. Now where do I go? I'm thinking of talking about those two days before (spoiler alert) she got kidnapped. I'm also thinking about making those two days slowly start to get creepier and creepier: stalker calls, bad gut feelings, scary letters in the mail, etc. etc. But I don't want it to be like any other story that has this same plot, more or less.

Help guys! Thanks.

Butt Sweat.

Ok. Awkward, I know. But bear with me for these few weird sentences.I have to say, butt sweat is probably one of the weirdest things ever. Like, who would, on this Earth, think that it's possible to sweat in between those wretched cheeks that just love to grab your underwear? HAHA. Like really? Could it get any more awkward? Oh would you look at that. I'm sweating... in my butt crack. Lovely! My friends and I got in to a very weird, in-depth conversation about butt sweat during science. It is science right??? Ha! Every time I say it I want to laugh out of its awkwardness.
Anywho, today has been a better day. :) My last post, I was PMS'ing like a total maniac. No... not a maniac, a pedophile... wait, that's creepy. Uhhhmm, I was like a ... a ... Oh! I know. I was a mexican gun slingin' pickle guy. :D (Inside joke!!)

Hehe. Luff you all!
Sammy

Pissy...

What has been up with people lately? I swear... everyone has been so freaking pissy lately. I have no idea what it is, but it's just something that I have noticed. With everyone else being so pissy, I've been pissy as well.

Speaking of me being in a bad mood, I just don't know what it is. I don't know if I'm neccessarily in a bad mood, or if I'm overwhelmed... or sad... or mad... or maybe a deadly combination of the four. My patience straw has been at negative, and people just keep making it less and less. Just leave me alone alrighty? Don't mess with me, mind my pet peeve's, and leave me alone already. For those of you that don't know, these are my pet peeves.
1) Being interrupted. I HATE it. Absolutely hate it.
2) Telling a story more than once. Now, I do this sometimes. Only sometimes though because it's neccessary with certain stories.
3) Obnoxious immature behavior. We're in high school now kids. Lock that kind of stuff up for when you are in the privacy of your room. Or outter space is an even better option for that.
4) PDA. I really trully enjoy seeing a couple clean out eachothers molars. It's really very pleasant. Get a cave. There are children in this world, y'know.
5) Being interrupted...
6) Being interrupted.
7) Oh, and did I mention getting interrupted?
8) People who take five thousand hours just to order a coffee... especially when there is a line. Make up your mind you old couple!
9) People who act like they know everything. If you're not sure, don't say it.
10) Text talk, misspelling, punctuation, and grammar mistakes all drive me up the wall.

I know this is a very negative post, but I want everyone to know my pet peeves...

Bubble Wrap!

Yes. Bubble wrap pwns all ya'll. It is seriously the best thing ever. Whoever invented it deserves a golden star. :D I'm sitting here, procrastinating typing up this paper by poppin' me some bubbles. :P Garrett's making fun of me right now. Hahaha. That's right boi!



 Me+Bubble Wrap= <333

Angel - Jack Johnson

This song now gives me the butterflies every time I listen to it.  Garrett and I were hanging out and he turns on Angel by Jack Johnson.  He turned around in a sheepish way, looked at me and said, This song reminds me of you. Now, I'd heard this song multiple times before.  But never had I actually listened to the words.  So, when he came back over, I laid down on his chest, our arms interlocked, and really listened to the song.  The words were so clear throughout my brain, and it all made sense. In that very moment, I blushed so bad.  I'd never blushed that bad before.  The butterflies were beyond high gear, and my whole body was on fire.  I stayed calm, but the inside of me was a flattered crazy mess.  As the song neared the end, I felt sad because I didn't want it to end.  I wanted that moment to last forever.  Bt when the last chord sounded, Garrett did the most perfect thing ever.  In the silence, he barely moved and just kissed my cheek.  Just a peck.  But that peck meant so much.  When he did that I turned into a human sized piece of Jell-O.  Nearly 3 months and still going strong!! :D

Angel by Jack Johnson 

I've got an angel 
She doesn't wear any wings
She wears a heart that can melt my own
She wears a smile that can make me wanna sing
She gives me presents
With her presence alone
She gives me everything I could wish for
She gives me kisses on the lips just for coming home

She could make angels
I've seen it with my own eyes
You gotta be careful when you've got good love
Cause the angels will just keep on multiplying

But you're so busy changing the world
Just one smile can change all of mine
We share the same soul
Oh oh oh oh oh ohhh
We Share the same soul
Oh oh oh oh oh ohhh
We Share the same soul
Oh oh oh oh oh ohhh
Oh oh oh oh oh ohhh
Umm umm umm uhhhhhhmm

What do I do?

I thought I knew...
I totally didn't. I was wrong, I was wrong. I stepped in with no prior knowledge. I didn't do the right thing. I thought I did. I'm so sorry. I really didn't know. I never would have guessed. I can't believe it. My mind... it is running in circles. I'm so sorry. I love you, and I am sorry I didn't guess. I am so sorry he did that to you...

Oh Great... Really now?

So I'm sitting here typing an email to my friend and I put in this smiley face, O.o. It's not neccessarily a smiley face, but it is sort of a "weirded out" face, more or less. Anywho, I'm typing away, and finally I noticed, whenever I would type a not-so-used smiley face, I would try and immitate that face in real life...

Uhh.... is this weird?

O.o

Hahaha, oh the irony. XD

This little light of mine

I wrote this a few weeks back. One of my favorite poems I've ever written.

Please.

Why can’t you just see? Why can’t you know that I care? Why can't you see that I love you with all of my heart and not care to notice that I see you falling? I love you... Just why can’t you see that you are hurting yourself so brutally? It’s so hard to see you do this to yourself... No matter how much I try, I cannot show you the way home. Please girl. Please come home. I’m waiting for you. Waiting to see if you’ll realize that all these times, I was right. Please oh please oh please. I love you too much to see this happen. I truly do.
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Flo, Freddie, and Joe.

I give silly names to some very special items in my life. Flo is my longboard. Freddie is my computer. Joe is my camera. :)
That's one makeshift family! Haha

Say goodbye Vinny

After seven years of togetherness, looks like Vinny is letting go of his manliness. Yupp, we're fixing Vinny. The official deciding point was when Jesse took Vinny to work and he would hump anyone that pat him... Oh joy. Sorry Vinny boy! Enjoy 'em while you can.

Ten Weeks!

I just realized, Garrett and I have been dating for ten whole weeks.  :)  This is very crazy considering my last relationship (Which you cannot really even call a relationship) lasted for two or three weeks.  Either way, we're setting a record for me, Garrett! :)
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Homework

I honestly do hate it. Why have homework? I always have so much of it. Mainly Math and English... Bumsville. I feel like doing homework is just such a burden on my life... and my shoulders. Having to take home two textbooks that weigh at least two pounds each adds up after a while. Plus, for us athletic students that are in sports, we then have to stay up till at least ten finishing our homework. Ugh... go away already.

Hello World...

So, here I am, and I have officially created a blog. Who would have ever thought that me, Sammy, would create a blog? My mom told me to create one... Thanks mom. What am I even supposed to write about? My life? That's too cliche. It seems as if that is all that blogs are about these days. Well hello world. I guess I am now a blogger, blogging whatever comes to my mind. Fitting ain't it?