Document One

7:09 PM

It’s dark outside and my fat, brunette head is missing. The voice of Adam Young is filling my ears, creeping around my brain’s shape.

This picnic will soon depart.

I read “Wintergirls” by Laurie Halse Anderson minutes ago. I’m sitting in front of an old laptop. Trend Micro Internet Security has expired. I’m lazy.

7:14 PM

I just replayed “Dreams Don’t Turn to Dust” seconds ago. A lot of things are on my mind.

I don’t wanna leave without you.

My emotions are neutral. I love the sound synthesizers make. I adore fanfiction.net. I want to fly. Music understands air.

7:17 PM

I’m listening to Lights’ “The Listening”. I’m on Facebook and Tumblr. A friend named Abigail has sent me a message. Ooh.

I need to convey.

I’m nervous. About classes. It sucks.

7:19 PM

Can I let the sky feel what’s missing, yeah?

I’m thinking about way too skinny girls. I wish I could hug them. I’m looking at my insufferable brother’s orange backpack.

7:20 PM

Now Playing: “Quiet” by Lights.

This song oddly tells me a story. It’s a story about a king who is also a very intelligent scientist. He can’t find the perfect wife so he invented a robot which he put in the position. He doesn’t know that she actually does have a soul and loves him. She is quiet. She is still but she sometimes gets crazy. Robot crazy. Love.

7:23 PM

“Reblog if you think every girl deserves to be told she’s beautiful.”

NP: “Face Up” by Lights. I love this song.

The sun is always gonna rise up. You need to get up.

Copy Paste. Copy Paste. It’s easy.

7:25 PM

Gotta keep your head up.

“Wintergirls” by Laurie Halse Anderson is inspiring. I highly recommend it. Lia. Cassie.

7:27 PM

Still listening to music. I love music. But I suck at it at school. Crap.

I saw a bear in the den.

The curtains are orange and yellow and sunshine. Typing feels like concrete. Lovely.

The TV is always on. That’s how I see it. I think of glasz eyes.

7:30 PM

Cuz I don’t feel dead anymore.

Bears are cute, aren’t they? I’m not typing down about Justin Bieber. I’m not.

Buffet.

7:32 PM

Downy feathers kiss your face and flutter everywhere.

Owl City songs relate to me so much.

The wildfires look so pretty.

I want to roll down a green hill. You do, too, right?

They’ll freeze and burn where fire and ice collide.

If we dissolve without a trace, will the real world even care?

My dad just asked me question.

7:35 PM

Let’s dance in the moonlight.

Long Live

Oh hi Swifties and other people. :)

I have no classes today. NCSA is giving its students some rest. THANK YOU. Hahaha.

My voice is alright but I have not recovered yet from the sparkling night I had last February 19, 2011.
Everything just seemed so dreamy and heavenly. Taylor was like an angel with an angelic voice. So lovely. Sigh. I wish I could have met her but there was no meet and greet. What would it be like to hug her or be directly in front of her? That would almost be like heaven. I will never get over Swift Syndrome.

That's all. Sorry for this little post. Nothing much to spill because I have typed too much yesterday already. Hehe. I had the time of my life.

Love,
Amber