Perfect Angel

So you know how parents say that they never favor their children?!?!?! Well that's crap!! Well....at least for me....most of the time!! Especially today....

My sister was saying all this crap about me and my mom was in the other room and she was totally immune to what my sister was saying, becuase my sister is the perfect angel....she doesn't do anything wrong!! She doesn't cuss....she doesn't fight...she's perfect....grrrr........WHATEVER!! I wish that they could see her the way I do....not a perfect angel...a perfect demon!!!

Ashley Simpson, has this song "Shadow" and it's about growing up in her sister's shadow....well I need to rewrite those words so it fits me, becuase I'm the eldest one..... so it wouldn't make alot of sense....It'd probably go something like : "I was 3 years old, when my parents went away, I was stuck inside a broken life, and totally pushed away, she was beautiful, she was all they'd wished for, and my escape was falling out and slaming down a wall...." Yeah, that's pretty much how I'd start it, lame, but it works!!!

So for all you people whos parents totally favor their siblings, this one goes out to you:

Silly Poem:
Perfect Angel she may seem,
But underneath, she doesn't beam.
She may look perfect,
But I'm so over it,
Yet, you're too blind to see...
That a perfect angel, she could never be....

Happiness High

You know when you’re so happy, and you don’t know why….and you’re confuzzled, but that’s the beauty of it….It’s like nothing can bring you down because you’re so high on happiness that nothing can touch you…..And you don’t wanna let it go because you don’t know when you’ll feel like that again…..That’s how I’m feeling right now…

I guess it’s because today was one of those days when….

…….you see your crush and you’re on “cloud 102”

…….you find a brilliant to an unsolved problem

…….you get online and you blast your friend’s band (Sunset on Clearview)

……you sign in on msn and your good friend is online and he makes you smile because he’s writing backwards, just to be different

……it’s just one of those days…..

Silly Poem:
You know how it feels to be High on Happiness?
You’re so high that you can’t be touched,
And you have it all clutched,
In the palm of your hand,
As you’re blasting your friend’s band
And you won’t let go,
Because that’s what you do when you’re High on Happiness…