
Wired on Chocolate
SwitchfootJanuary 12, 2005
Can you imagine how bored I am? I’ve got at LEAST another week to do nothing in. And I just figured out what I’m wearing Friday out of pure boredom. I need to get a hold on JJ and tell her I need a ride to the dance, and if Matt can’t go, I have to get a hold of Dan. Yeah. Hectic. Sure. Nevermind the fact I can’t do any of this until 5 to make sure everyone gets home, and even then, I can’t call JJ until 7ish and I need to talk to Matt after he cleans his room. So I’m going to have a busy 7-10 pm tonight. Hmm. Odd isn’t it? I am so pissed, and I don’t know why.
Okay, I have this huge sneaking feeling that someone isn’t telling me something big. I have this gut instinct that says that someone is keeping a big secret from me, because everyone is way distant. I swear. Everyone seems to be drifting away from me, and it’s not just because I’m moving. Hell, I’ve felt it since the beginning of the school year. Bri and Kate drifting away I can understand, because I haven’t seen Kate since her birthday, and I haven’t seen Bri since the Homecoming Dance. Yeah. Sucks, don’t it?
I’ve decided something today. If Matt can’t go to the dance, then I won’t go. Why? Well, that was the only real reason I was going to go, was to go to one last dance with him before I moved. If he’s not going to be there, it kind defeats the purpose, doesn’t it? Yeah. That’s what I thought. So, if Matt can’t go, I’ll go over to JJ’s and wait for her to get home. Sounds fun doesn’t it? Heh. Yeah right.
I am so bored right now, I’m writing about 20000000000 bazillion words per minute because I’m ‘letting out anger’. Bullshit. Yeah. Boredom is my poison, and the computer is my remedy. Isn’t that sad? I want to go out, kill myself by walking around, or something – I just want to go outside and do something. Build an ice castle. Anything. I am so friggin bored it is not funny. All I can do is stay inside and type on the frigging Microsoft Word or do chores. Hard choice, right? NOT!
Okay, I feel like strangling something right now, and I do not know where the anger is coming from. I really do not. I’m scared. ^sobs^ I need a hug. I really do. I need to STOP TYPING RANDOM SHIT!
Much better. But it’s still random. ARG! I’ll finish this later, I need to do somethin besides type my little heart out for a while.
Love lots,
LATER
Ah, much better. Muy bien. J Well, I definitely had a little bit of time to think. I am leaving everything I know, and sooner than I’d like. Moving is one of those things that I didn’t think would ever happen, and when it did, it would be my choice. And much later. Right now, I really don’t feel like leaving everyone and everything I’m used to waking to, such as the sound of ambulances. I just got used to it too. Sad. Hmm. Well, I’ve been listening to Switchfoot. Yeah. Boredom. I copied the whole CD to my CPU so if you want to listen to a song, contact me, because I have them for my own use, but I might burn them onto a CD incase this one breaks or scratches. Theres a thought.
Well, just to be pleasant, I’m gonna go drown myself in my bathtub. Have fun.
Love ya’ll,
P.S. I still need a hug. XXOO
LATER AGAIN
Well, I just thought of a lovely idea. I will add bits of my story into my journal, because I just started typing it up again. Well, writing it period. And if you don’t like supernatural stuff, you don’t have to read that part.
Chapter 1: Jakob
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A solitary figure stood in the center of the road, not seeming to move. My gaze fell on the figure as I gazed out the window, watching the snow drift gently in the air in front of my window. I forced my gaze upwards, looking to the snow-filled clouds, but my gaze always dropped back to the figure. My eyebrows rose, almost as in question.
“Who is that…person?” I said aloud to myself, bending over to pick up my boots.
I slowly undid the laces, my gaze still on the figure. Once my boots were unlaced, I bent over to put them on. When I sat upright, the figure had turned, from facing the east, to facing my window. I found myself gazing into the darkness underneath the figure’s hood. I stood, walking swiftly to the doorway, opening the door with amazing speed. The figure slowly turned to face me, and I could feel the weight of a glare set on me. My smile split into a grin, as I finally recognized who it was.
“Moortinstaal, no? Jakob ‘Moortinstaal’ Weitzel. It’s been ages.” I said softly, looking deep into the hood of the man that stood in front of me.
The figure gave a brief nod, and drew back the hood of his cloak. Long, blonde hair came flowing from underneath the hood, his face gaunt and pale, almost as pale as the snow falling from the clouds. I looked him over, then stepped aside to allow him in.
“Please Jakob-come inside. Share a cup of tea with me, old friend.” I said, in a soft voice.
He gave me a smile, and entered.
If anyone wants me to put more, just gimme a comment or a phone call or a email or something. I love this story, it’s one of my better ones. I’ve got most of it posted on fictionpress. If you get impatient, you can read it from there. Good luck findihg it. Rated PG for now, under supernatural. Look fro 5000 words and more. Well, happy reading.
Love once more and always,
Maya Zoe Insanity ‘Camille’ Montgomery-Short
(I am trying to make my name longer.)
((Yes, as in “Insanity is my middle name.” Get it?))
WAIT!
I FORGOT MY SWITCHFOOT LYRICS! Lets see.. Hmm
On Fire
Swichfoot
They tell you where you need to go
They tell you when you need to leave.
They tell you what you need to know
They tell you who you need to be.
But everything inside you
knows there’d more than what you’ve heard.
There’s so much more than empty conversations
filled with empty words.
And you’re on fire when He’s near you
You’re on fire when He speaks
You’re on fire, burning with these mysteries.
Give me one more time around
Give me one more chance to see
Give me everything you are
Give me one more chance to be near you.
When everything inside me
Looks like everything I hate
You are the hope I have for change
You are the only chance I’ll take
And I’m on fire when You’re near me
I’m on fire when You speak
I’m on fire burning with these mysteries.
I’m standing on the edge of me
I’m standing on the edge of me
I’m standing on the edge of me
I’m standing on the edge of me
I’m standing at the edge of everything I’ve ever been before
And I’ve been standing at the edge of me, standing at the edge
And I’m on fire when You’re near me
I’m on fire when You speak
I’m on fire burning with these mysteries.
LATER FOLKS!
Love ya’ll,
Maya
“This is your life, are you who you wanna be?
This is your life, are you who you wanna be?
This is your life, is it everything that you dreamed
that it would be when the world was younger,
and you had everything to loose?”
-- Switchfoot “THIS IS YOUR LIFE”