A Mix of Colors

HAPPY ST. PATRICKS DAY! NO IAM NOT IRISH!

anyways this guy at school thinks he has figured me all out and he smiled at me.................well i just GLARED AT HIM UNTIL MY EYEBALLS FELL OUT OF THERE SOCKETS{maybe that was too graphic for people out there with heart failures}
anyways do you know what he did!...............he TRIPPED ME AND THEN CAUGHT ME{just because he caught me does not mean he's nice} and the whole day he made fun of me saying "don't trip".....................UGH YOU KNOW THOSE KIND OF GUYS YOU HAVE TO WATCH YOUR BACK EVERY SECOND FOR JUST TO MAKE SURE THEY DON'T DO ONE MORE THING TO YOU THAT THEY CAN MAKE FUN OF YOU FOR...............also right before that he had said "Jessica, you're being so mean to me lately." just because i told him he did a bad job and got a C on his paper.............well he deserved it and then he looked at me with this silly green hat on and tried to make me look at him.........................Ugh.............well i just held up my folder right in front of his face and then do you know what he did................HE LAUGHED..........AND THAT IS THE THING THAT IRRITATES ME THE MOST .....................FINE YOU LAUGH ON BEN BAISER BUT I'LL GET YOU......ONE DAY WHEN YOUR DOODLING ON YOUR SILLY NOTEBOOK............I'LL GET YOU ND YOU WILL STOP MESSIN WITH ME!{HMPH}

okay well i'm sick of caps lock and i'm all madded out{if that's even a word} and i just want to say to all those people {audrey} who bring up things like past crushes who right now those people don't like anymore need to grow up and learn that people like me don't like anyone of their old crushes anymore and they should not write any more comments if that is all they will write about and that is final!

{phew!} that was a mouthful!

this is a very beutiful color.................

The Dancer

her beautiful eyes linger on that one true love,
and she sighs,
that one true love was nothing to her but a mess,
she smiles a vibrant smile that dazzles the audience,
her feet start to moe and she begins a graceful, strong dance,
the music flowing with her,
the audience entranced in her every move,
her body twirling to the beat,
her dress swinging as if a breeze blew it,
she dances the dance her mother taught her as a little girl,
no one stopped her,
she danced till she could feel her feet no more,
but the steps came naturally,
just like her mother,
the best dancer she could ever think of,
but then she remembers the hospital and her feet quicken,
tears are streaming down her face and she dances faster and faster,
no sound but her feat faster and faster,
someone wants to stop her but they can't,
and she dances and dances and slowly fades away until her feet are only heard,
tapping faster and faster........
and then silence.

>that came at the spur af the moment but it's beautiful isn't
her heart and soul in that one dance
her last
well........i think i'm gonna cry.............nope i won't it's not that sad........or is it............or maybe i'm just crazy that i don't see that i should be crying.........or maybe i just screwed up the poem wiht my babbling on and on and on and on and on and on................oh i know who did this to me.......it was Audrey allllllll Audrey,................you messed my mind up.........i can't think because of you ..........how could you...............you ruined my life.............i am never speaking to you again...............................................
..................................................*next day*..............................................
"hey audrey, what's up?"
"nuthin' you?"
"nuthin', see ya later"
"bye"

>that will not happen..........you just wait till tomorrow........i'll show you missy!{hmph}
*she walks away all mad and forgets to turn the computer off.............well here she comes again, bye*