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July 19th, 2011
*I know, I know, this is not Chameleon Circuit lyrics…but I needed to post it. I wrote this for a school poetry project and kinda like it. What do you think?*
Reunite
Swirling through my head
are the thoughts of him
Probably more now
then when I saw him
I keep picturing
his so loving arms
Reaching out for me
when reuniting
August 22nd, 2010
“Every one hush up! The test is starting.” Read the rest of this page »
I was sitting at a plain old desk amongst a bunch of other plain old desks in plain old school. The teacher was moving through us, setting a paper on each desk. She had a blank face. No emotion at all, like he was in another place.
My face was blank too. I was too busy thinking of problems that wouldn’t appear on the test. My girlfriend, Stacy, kept springing to mind. She was a cheerleader; that I had no problem with. The problem was her late-night practices, and how she would return sweaty and tired every night. I told myself that I was crazy, that she would never do what I was suspecting, but it still came to mind.
“This test will consist of…” the teacher dully went on.
It wasn’t rational of me to think this way. Or was it? I wasn’t sure. Most likely, this was just nerves. Big test, big worries. The teacher finished passing out the test, mouthing something about stopping when she said to. Or maybe she spoke it. Once again, I wasn’t sure. I wasn’t sure about a lot of things lately.
August 1st, 2010
“I love you.” I said to him as they wheeled him out of the hospital room.
“I love you too. So much.”
I was really distraught about this whole situation. We were only in high school and I was going to die. See, I have had kidney problems since I was 5 or 6, and been on the wait list for a new one. Well now, 10 years later, I desperately needed one. When I told my boyfriend of 3 years I was going to die, he was shocked and wanted to do anything he could do. After two weeks he is in the hospital with me, and currently going in for a kidney check. They have to make sure everything is working right and prepare for the transplant.
According to the doctor, my kidney type was rare and it was going to be difficult to find a donor that matched me. I guess my boyfriend and I were a perfect match. Haha. Ah,it’s good to laugh. I was so off ease with this whole thing. Humans are born with an extra kidney, but it is still major surgery and there can be so many complications. I could die either way, but now someone I deeply care about could too. Being wheeled into the operating room I kind of realized how big a deal this is. He was already put under and I wished I could wake him up. I wanted to ask him for the 80th time today, if he was ok with this, and if he was sure. I knew I was wasn’t.