Should I give up or should I just keep chasing pavement, even if it leads nowhere? I like Adele. At first I wasn't sure, but I think I like her. Right now I'm sitting outside on the concrete in front of my house, enjoying the last of the day's warm February sun and listening to music.
Today was a good day, thanks for asking. Even though several people asked me randomly, "Are you okay?" Guess I was just giving off that kind of vibe. In French our teacher showed us Rebus puzzles--or 'Rapist Puzzles' as half of the class remembered them. They're words positioned in a certain way to make an idiom. Ex:
Cut Cut Cut Cut Cut
It's meant to symbolize "a cut above the rest". It was a good class, despite the fact that we learned no French what so ever, which seems to be a recurring theme in my class. After the bell rang, K and I went up to our teacher and told her a bunch of bad jokes (courtesy of Fifty jokes in four minutes by the Vlogbrothers). What's brown and sticky? A stick.
So much linkage! I feel connected. I don't know if I've mentioned my friend K much--also known as Akina-Hana, but one letter is about all the effort I have left in my freezing fingers at this point--or Laura. We get on. I was kind of grumpy this morning, so sorry about that, K. And as for Laura, apparently most of her classmates didn't know she was a girl until grade 3. Oooooh, internet burn. Sorry, from now on I'll try to keep this more professional.
I never realized what a kiss could be, this could only happen to me, can't you see, can't you seeeeee... That when I tell you that I love you, you're gonna say you love me too. And when I ask you to be miiii-iiiine, you're gonna say you love me too.
If this is love you gotta give me more.
Give me more, hey hey hey.
Give me more.