loopydoopy , 22

I had been love with him long before we started dating. I think we have known eachother for 6 years, we've been dating for approx. 2 months. I don't think I could live without him.

The smell of his body, the gentle touch of his fingers running down my back, the sweet kisses we share, the secrets we tell eachother, the tender moments we can't get enough of, I really love him.

I know I sound like a typical teenage girl, who thinks she is in love, but let me tell you this is real. Every night I dream of him, every day I want to spend with him.
We both can't get enough of eachother! And both of our parents think we are going to end up getting married, no joke.

So what do you think?
Is this some crap comming from a sappy teenaged girls heart, or does it sound like someone in love?

Let me know what you think, or give me some advice!

Yeah so today there was this massively huge paper due in Sociology,,, I totally spaced out and forgot about it! so now I'm supposed to be working on it and I really should because it is a huge part of the entire grade for the quarter! so maybe I should be doing that instead of posting a journal! Also I have this stupid assignment in Advanced math that I'm also supposed to be doing, yeah I doubt I'll do that, 2night sociology is my top priority.
-loopydoopy

I dreamt that my aunt had died
So I woke up in the morning and told my parents about the dream
They thought nothing of it and told me it would be alright

The next day my aunt had passed away

So my parents are thinking coincidence right?

Wrong

A week later I dreamt that my grandpa had died so I told them about it and they told me that everything would be alright even though they were still a little jumbled by my dream about my aunt dying and how it came true

Sure enough my grandpa passed away two days later

Now my parents were really afraid that there child was a psychic that could tell when people were going to die.

Well, a month later I had a dream that my dad was going to die, I wasn’t for sure that I should tell him because I didn’t want it to come true, so I told my mom first.

She thought nothing of it because she didn’t believe in dreams coming true, but she thought she should tell my father just incase.

So my father came home from work that day and he looked awful, he just came home, sat down in the recliner and drank beer and did nothing for the rest of the day

When my mom came into the living room she saw my father and asked why he looked so awful.
He said “well you know how our daughter dreamt that I was going to die?”
My mom replied “yes”
Then he continued “well I got fired for not doing my non-dangerous job today because I was afraid of getting a paper cut so large that I would bleed to death,I have been dogging things that don’t move, I choked on my chicken salad sandwich at lunch, I walked home from work because I was afraid of getting in a car accident and ended up being chased by what I think was a rabid dog, and all in all I had a terrible day!”
My mom looked at him, put her hand on her hip, and said “you think you had a terrible day?
The mail man dropped dead at our mail box this morning”


lol

Yes the mail man is the dad, proving that the mom cheated on the man that is thought to be the dad.

I'm at home sick right now
I'm feeling really crappy and quite depressed
I'm sick of people being stupid
I want a boyfriend
My friends suck.............
My step grandpa is dying.............. so is my dog.....
My mom is a bitch.........
I hate my brother cause he is a druggie
My arm is numb .... so is my leg....
I don't belive in God...
I have a head ache
I practically broke my toe 5 min ago...ouch..
My hands are dry (stupid coldness from winter)
I'm hungry...
I'm tired..
I'm board.

I'm done complaining now.

Hope your day and your life is better than mine

this was a story I wrote for english. I regret ever writing it.

If you were to walk into my taproom you would see crock all around! Wednesday is buffet day. We get the usual crowd but today we have a champion eating contest winner eating from the buffet. Let’s just say that he can eat a plate full or two or three ok maybe six. You could hear the edifice below him creak with every step he took. You would think when you heard this that the pilling for my taproom was falling apart. I couldn’t imagine how his heart could still work with all the food he ate. His heart must be buffeting blood through his veins that are like the roots of the Sagamore tree. It was as if he deliberately ate all that food so that one day he would suffer from a heart attack. Like a duchess-faced horse he sat by himself in the esoteric back corner eating his meal.

Then a group of four people entered the through the taproom door letting in the cold. Almost to expostulate their arrival the big man got up and went to the front of the buffet to get more food. Then realizing what he had done was sort of childish he ignominiously stepped aside and let the four people go ahead of him. He felt as if a doomsday had come upon him as if he had transgressed some law for buffeting. He went through the line and got a small amount of food on his plate, sat down and started eating when he looked up and out the window. He saw a bullfinch flying outside flapping its wings freely. He watched it for a while and soon felt the weight of the burden of doing something stupid lift off of him. He felt better then, and decided to leave.

Isn't it stupid???/!!!