*.¸¸.·´¯`·.¸|¸¸.·´¯`·.¸¸.*She couldn't think of anything to say. Everybody thought that she was boring so they never listened anyway. Nobody was really saying anything of interest; she fell asleep. She was into S&M and Bible studies. Not everyone's cup of tea she would admit to me. Her cup of tea, she would admit to no one.
Alana here. Recently college has been forcing my journal to be in a state of hiatus. Never fear, it shall pass. Majoring in anthropology. Minoring in Biology. Music occupies a great deal of my time. I'm a discombobulated girl, dealing with all that comes with this life.. The livejournal is where I choose to do so. Also, I like to document the things I do from day to day- just as a reminder.
"Warm wet thanks to everybody who made this atrocity possible.." =)
*Some men see things as they are and ask why. Others dreams things that never were and ask why not*
Once upon a time there lived a girl. She slept in a lovely little cottage made of gingerbread and candy. She was always asleep. One morning she woke up and the candy had mold on it. Her father blew her a kiss, and the house fell down. She realized she was lost. She found herself walking down a crowded street, but the people were made of paper, like paper dolls. She blew everyone a kiss good-bye and watched as they blew away.