I dug into the Halloween candy. I can’t stop eating Crunch Bars & Smarties. I mean, it’s not like anyone Trick or Treats on the main road of Cherry Quay. They would die or something, it’s a busy road. I don’t know what I’m doing Halloween night. Is anyone going Trick or Treating this year? Last year I went with Kourtni, Mike, Egg and some others & a lot of people asked if we were too old to be. We came up with the theory that when we’re too old, we advance into egg-tactics & smashing pumpkins. Bitches. I don’t really remember what I did this weekend. It feels like as soon as I complete one full day of school, I forget. I’ll try again...
Ah yes, Ashley’s Seventeenth Birthday party was on Friday. It was so much fun. The girl knows how to shake it. Everyone danced. I even got Mike to dance a little. Andy & Victor showed up out of nowhere. I thought that was kind of humorous? Hmf. On Saturday, I finally saw Amanda. It was so damn good to see her. It’s been too long. Her car smells good. It reminds me of good times. [Philly, visits to my “Special Place” & other random adventures.] Her, Mike & I went to Monmouth Mall where he bought 3 pants [I picked ‘em, too. Sweet corduroys.] & then we went to visit Sir. Tommy [we were dropped off at the massive Narnes & Bobles.] and then we were off to the Record Store on Route 9. I like that place. Every time we say we’re going to leave, we end up staying longer, for at least 15 minutes. I could spend a while in there looking at everything. & as for Sunday, I played it mellow & Mikey & my sister boyfriend Rich came over. We ate KFC & I tickled and snuggled with Mikey while watching Family Guy. I love just hangin’ out. I found new tickle spots. COBRA BOOBIES. Ahem, that’s all. This weekend will be busy. Awful Waffle, Divinity, then more Divinity, maybe Fright Fest and then who knows what.
[Edit: I planned on posting like 40 pictures from Ashley's and other events, but my computer is being really slow... so sorry. This update will be more boring than I intended it to be. I'll try & post pictures tomorrow if it works. =) ]
I worked on this for a long time. It's not even done yet. Don't read if you're not interested. I haven't written anything in a while. I added to this. Maybe I'll pick it up again. It's basically a bunch of thoughts put out in detail about what goes through my mind everyday. It's going to be really long. This is just like, Part I.
Unspoken thoughts depart the mind as eye lids slowly separate,
equivalent to a barrier in support of a pool of deep green eyes with ability to narrate a story
...
But the story is in secrecy & will only be understood if their disposition is known.
But in the futuristic world that is now, what is not to detect about all beings?
Reading comes easy to most, so effortless to learn a creature’s exterior.
Nevertheless, the possibility of the appearance of exterior may be contrary to the interior.
The story starts here. At this time. In this moment. Now.

Unspoken thoughts depart her mind as eye lids slowly separate,
equivalent to a barrier in support of a pool of deep green eyes with ability to narrate a story.
Her head slowly rises from her pillow as she shifts her eyes to gaze through glass to view her fresh, new day.
Check; step one to establish her frame of mind for the day. Prophecy: fulfilled.
She flips and tosses over onto the right side of her body to view a synthetic time, man-made time.
What is time? A cluster of numbers with assigned positions for all to learn and use day after day?
A cluster of numbers in which we all depend on that has developed to be so significant?
A cluster of numbers designed to split up our diminutive life span.
Seconds. Minutes. Hours. Days. Weeks. Months. Years.

What maintains motivation for a new day?
Check; fine senses in surrounding.
Who brings themselves forward?
Check; a lover, a supporter or perhaps a friend.
When will all and sundry awaken?
Check; first incomplete, subsequently whole.
Where does this day begin?
Check; when it is unblemished to embark on.
How will sundown be welcomed?
Check; however it is built in their hands.

A sense of one’s harmony, a better half of one’s self,
An absent piece of one’s being, an opportunity of one’s untouchable,
A decision of one’s own preference.
Flip over covers. Every thought. Another minute. Wasting preparation time.
Step off the front steps to stroll around a microscopic section of the world.
So delicate, so small. No matter, it’s ours.
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No matter; it's ours.