My Life As a Teenage Robot:)

Ever feel like time just stopped. I feel like the last few hours have only been minutes. Between 6 pm and 10, everything has just bled through and gotten jumbled up into one memory. All I can recall is sitting down in front of this computer and staring at the same lonely screen for what seems like seconds but is really minutes of my life passing by. Not to get this confused with being a  bad thing. What else are Fridays for? Its like all week I feel totally stressed and consumed with the sped up motion of a highschooler and now within a few short hours of being free, time reversed into a slow motion picture of nothingness. It feels empty now with everything having had stopped right in front of me. But as soon  as Monday comes, we spring back into the hectic lifestyle. Oh the mysteries of life. Usually when you have free time, it goes by too fast. Your weekend dwindles away from three days of pure loafing to a few hours before waking up again to the same repetitive and uncomforting alarm. Now though, the weekend has taken a different approach. I think I kinda like it. That is until i get bored:)but that’s what we have the internet for right? Im sure I’ll find somehting to fill up my empty weekend. It’s hungry for some color, you know some pazazzzz

OK so yeah the clocks went forward an hour, and just maybe the sun hasn’t begun peeking through my window when I wake up in the morning, but sometimes I question whether mother nature is really so nurturing and wise after all. Its sunny one day and the next, the swarming spurts of wind coming in all directions are biting at your back and perfectly coiffed hair. I mean, does she really understand what April Showers means. Id rather be a little damp then cold. On top of that, on the days when nature has its head on straight, Im barricaded in the jail cell we call school. People, you may not think much of it reading this, but it’s not very pleasant to feel trapped in after a long and treacherous winter. So with two sets of shameless adults and “goddesses”, you can see the dilemma at hand. Oh why couldn’t we have sprung a few days. it’s not like anyone would have noticed. that’s my complaint for the day. Hows your Spring going? Any fortunate ones in Florida? I bet you’re just loving it……….GOOD FOR YOU:)

whooooo first post. hm what to say. Well i’ll give a little background. i’m a highschool student who wants to start a story. I want to tell my own story, to make an archive of some of the most strange and precios moments of life. Even if I have nothing to say, I could write a book about it and I know people will still read it. So now when I think there is nothing to do, I can make my own story, continue on with the pages and try to locate new words that will maybe make someone else’s day alittle better.And in return, their stories may give me a little inspiration. My fingers are the pen, and this blanc screen in the canvas in which I can inscript my masterpiece, whether it be a pile of nothingness on a  screen, or an adventurous story waiting to be told. It doesn’t matter because it’s my blog and my fingers