The Journey Is More Important Than The Beginning Or The End.

*sings along with his favorite songs in the shower*

Wow, what a crazy day. I was exhuasted. I slept through most of first block, part of homeroom, and part of yearbook. lol. I was up till 2 am last night. Lots of things. My mom and i argued with this athiest that claims to be a scientist, and says there is no missing link. Ontop of that, I remembered my moms best friend had moved away, to near Detroit. As I looked on a map, I discovered they live about 20 minutes from Molly. So, I told my mom I thought her and her friend needed to get back in touch and start hanging out more, that it may be healthy for her (and totaly healthy for me.... expecially since for her prom I dont have a way down there yet.) So that was my good news for Molly. I went to bed and I woke up, and went to the bakery to grab a donut or two before school. We had a guest speaker in government, and every time he said something, I would remark with something. I must've made the class laugh at least 10 times. I love making people laugh. Then, I drifted off and slept, and got yelled at, and kept falling back asleep and waking up almost drooling in mid air... yikes... I am exhausted. Choir was a bum... the school was empty today for various reasons that I am to lazy to tell... So not only was I tired, but dancing was a drag down too. Third hour was different. I actually decided to sit in the class and work instead of play on computers (I must be tired....). My next art project is a comic... *whoo hoo!* And, its gonna be good!!! Lunch, I stuffed my face full. Something about being tired makes me hungry.... I also sang happy late birthday to Amanda at the top of my lungs in the lunch room and made her turn beat red. Everyone was watching and smirking as I did so. *lol* Something about 200 students watching me make an idiot of myself.... its exciting. (Is horribly tired) 4th hour, I started working on my page for the ybook. I got a writers block and I crawled under the desk and fell asleep. Ryan came into the room looking for me. I woke up and poked my head out from under the table *which is connected to the wall and cubbied. He was like "WHOA WTF!" So, school got out, and I went with Ryan, and we stopped at the store (his parants own) and I went in the back and hung out with him. We got a pizza, a strawberry shortcake, and mountain dew, walked up to the front, and put it on his moms charge account and left (*snickers* she will findout in a week, sorry CT!). We went to Sara's and Ryan helped me haul out the trash to the road from my previous job. We checked out the engines of Don's probe GT and Mustang. We left and went to his house to hang out. Eventially, he got his GF and we chilled in his room. I did some of Amy's homework for her (Geometry... :-/ huh for some reason that looks like it is spelled wrong.) Ryan and I lifted wieghts and of course ended up hurting ourselves while doing it. lol.... *fast forwards to where Ryan came back to my house after napping with his GF* Ryan and I took a mile walk, and we talked. I told him some persoanl stuff, and opinions on some people and he told me something that no one else knows. Not even Dave, which is kool. I understand why though. It was kool talking with him. We came back here, and I called Molly. This is where my night got really good and bad. She opened up to me. I mean, I actually felt her forcing stuff out to me, and we talked. Some things scarred me. Still are. But, even when I am scarred I dont back down. She poured her heart into me about something, and the more she said, the more I fell in love with her. If I was there, I would've had her wrapped in my arms, and I would've been cradling her, showing her as much love as I could. I love her so much, and I hope some things change. She told me she is affraid beliefs on religion is gonna end up destroying us. I secretly feared the same thing. Hopefully, its just a stage she is going through.... maybe it will all change once she is out of hellschool, err, high school. I also warned her about clubs... which led to the topic of how she dances... that has to change.... I hope it does anyways... it would hurt me bad if not. Kinda like a violation. But thats our business. Things down there are so much different. What we have for morals arent down there, and vice versa. *hates cities for their corrupted polluted civilazation and violence* Anyways... that mountain dew from ealrier just wore off and the keyboard is fast approaching my face....

Blogged by Marcus Morris at 12:22 AM