I guess really I'm scared because I get my tonsils out in like 2 days and I'm scared shitless. I'm afraid of the pain, of the time it will waste, and my grades. Mostly I don't want to loose the time I could have doing something else but I cant really change that. I'm afraid of feeling like my whole body died except my nerve endings. Some people are out of it for like a month. I don't want that to happen ah!!
I have also decided I really like MSI (Mindless Self Indulgence) and whoever thinks they suck should go choke on a dick... that's all I have to say about that because its true. They are pure brilliance!! And for those in the know I LIKE MY COFFEE BLACK JUST LIKE MY METAL!!! I WANNA MAKE SOME BABIES AND THERE'S NOTHING YOU CAN DO TO ME I HAVEN'T ALREADY DONE TO MYSELF!!
Its almost been a whole year since one of my best friends in the world has died and well at the end of this post is going to be a poem I wrote for him last year when he passed away. His birthday was this month (March 2nd) and he would have just been 21. I miss him tons he was so adorable!!!!
My birthday is in like 12 days also (March 29th) and I'm pretty pumped up for it!! No not really I'll probably just be in bed... dead... crying eating my pillow in a raging dispair!! Afterwords though Quinn, if you know him, is going to like surprise me with something that is driving my poor non-shutting up brain crazy.. thus causing my insomnia to be like BLAH BLAH BLAH NO ADRIENNE YOU CANNOT SLEEP EVER!!! I don't mind so much though because after my tonsils come out I can sleep all I want ha ha!! I'll sleep in my footy pajamas and wear pig tails and cry to my mom just like I was 2 again. Take that adult life! Take that strait in the jawbone and spin!!
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So sorry that this post is way freaking random and your probably somewhere slitting your wrists somewhere but hey =] I like it! So here is the poem =] hope you guys enjoy it.
A Great and
Powerful Struggle
Powerful Struggle
God held a grand council
seeking for a strong soul
that would go down to earth
With a body not so whole.
"Here am I, I will go."
Came forth and spoke a child.
"Your trials will be hard son
your pain will rarely be mild."
"Here am I, I will go."
He uttered yet again.
God bowed his head to him
looking quite uncertain.
Born with a frail frame
the boy was diagnosed
there where only five years
he was thought to live at most.
He continued to fight,
death grasping at his heels,
"Just a little longer."
He pleads with God as he kneels.
One day God called on him,
"Your time is coming near."
They boy understood this
but the young boy did not fear.
The last few months of life
where full of hurt and woe
his body just gave up.
Death’s river started to flow.
An angel came to him,
speaking with a harps grace
"The time is now dear child."
His body went no further.
O’er the whispering clouds
a man with out stretched arms
stood before the young boy
keeping him from any harm.
He delayed a moment
and looked back to the world.
His pain was fine’ly gone
a relief began to unfurl
"Come unto me my son,
"God comforted the child"
You have done what I asked.
"He buried his face and smiled.
They then walked hand in hand
hearing the skies delight"
Our brother has joined us,
He no longer has to fight."
In Memory of Kyle Thomas Jensen March 2, 1988- April 1, 2008He will be forever loved and missed.
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