It seems as though everyone wants something.
Everybody is searching, hungrily, for what they desire, be it fame, fortune, love, happiness, or something else. It doesn???t even have to be material. But many are never truly satisfied, still searching for that one thing that will make them happy and at peace with themselves.
I???m searching, too.
???-Quite fine to have dreams, as long as you don???t interfere with those of others in a negative way.??? Or so they say. But what am I searching? Even I don???t really know. I???m perfectly fine, but I don???t feel satisfied. I???m guessing that having almost three months to laze off, doing nothing of real importance, can have that effect on someone. Or maybe it???s some new kind of temporary insanity. After all, I???ve been called ???crazy??? before for being a hyperactive child.
It???s not the pits, though. Searching. Always glancing around from behind, excited at the prospect of something new. Something new. That???s it. What I???m searching for. A new routine, new people to meet, something exciting, in a good way, something I can smile about when I???m thinking at night.
My moon, my man.
There???s nowhere to go but on- heart on my sleeve, not where it should be.
Shed some light on me, please.
Isn???t it funny how any simple song can just get stuck in your head, and then, it???s everywhere? You write it down. You sing it. Make up dances to it when you???re alone, and then turn red and laugh at yourself. That???s not really on topic, as any teacher could tell you, but there really isn???t a set topic when some rambunctious youngster decides to write, procrastinating until the last moment, and finally getting a stroke of inspiration, only to be wiped away and forgotten, set aside by some new thought.

Almost everyone has a plan. What about me?

5-11-09 (Ugh, it makes it seem like a diary. Yuck. Anyhoo...)
Just as the title says. (Or is it?)
Well, I'm feeling pretty cheerful. Be it the pasta I ate, or something else, I do not know.

Hrmm... A few days ago I won second place in Yoko's (Wolfyoko) warriors (a series about cats ) writing contest. That gave me 100k, and a glowing egg.
Oh, I love the glowy fowl products.

ANYWAYS, a few days ago, I started fiddling with my shop (I need to put things in there, and a background, too...), and I clicked on 'shop till'. Apparently, I had 58k (a little more, I think) in there. I was quite pleased, and took out 58k.

Apparently, there's still many things I need to find out about this site.

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For you pokemon lovers, the gift that my brother gave me (Pokemon Platinum) has not gone amiss. Sure, my mom's hidden it quite a few times in the past few weeks, but I always root out the hiding places.
Plus, I only need one more pokemon to finish the Sinnoh dex; Lumineon. I'm a geek, aren't I?
It's another addiction of mine, not to mention the theme of video games in general.
Both games that imitate reality and those that veer more on fictious happenings entertain me.

Which reminds me, I've got to play Little Big Planet soon.

Well, this concludes my random sum of nothing. Any updates will be added on, and edits will be...
Edited.


Goodbye.

Don't read without tissues because it will make you cry if you have a heart..


Daddy's Poem

Her hair was up in a pony tail,

her favorite dress tied with a bow.

Today was Daddy's Day at school,

and she couldn't wait to go.

But her mommy tried to tell her,

that she probably should stay home.

Why the kids might not understand,

if she went to school alone.

But she was not afraid; she knew just what to say. What to tell her classmates of why he wasn't there today.

But still her mother worried,

for her to face this day alone.

And that was why once again,

she tried to keep her daughter home.

But the little girl went to school

eager to tell them all.

About a dad she never sees;

a dad who never calls.

There were daddies along the wall in back, for everyone to meet.

Children squirming impatiently,

anxious in their seats

One by one the teacher called a student from the class. To introduce their daddy, as seconds slowly passed.

At last the teacher called her name,

every child turned to stare.

Each of them was searching,

for a man who wasn't there.

"Where's her daddy at?"

she heard a boy call out.

"She probably doesn't have one,"

another student dared to shout.

And from somewhere near the back,

she heard a daddy say,

"Looks like another deadbeat dad,

too busy to waste his day."

The words did not offend her,

as she smiled up at her Mom.

And looked back at her teacher,

who told her to go on.

And with hands behind her back,

slowly she began to speak.

And out from the mouth of a child,

came words incredibly unique.

"My Daddy couldn't be here,

because he lives so far away.

But I know he wishes he could be,

since this is such a special day.

And though you cannot meet him,

I wanted you to know.

All about my daddy,

and how much he loves me so.

He loved to tell me stories

he taught me to ride my bike.

He surprised me with pink roses,

and taught me to fly a kite.

We used to share