Holy Cow!!!

Whoa! Samantha's Alive??!!! WT?!!

Yes yes unfortunately

I'm only writing an entry here coz I felt like it and I had an urge to tell you guys that I have a LIVEJOURNAL. New one. I deleted the old one.

LIVEJOURNAL: http://precious-sonata.livejournal.com  [click the link if you're being such a lazy bum]

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hey people! I'm alive!

haha.

I'm not using this xanga site anymore...well i'm using it for my betterfriend.

http://www.livejournal.com/users/ubetrlykmyaznsn

there people...my livejournal site. hahaha

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Hello people!

Yes I'm still alive and well. Not really "well" because I have a cold plus my asthma is acting up again.

It's been raining for the past few days. I hate the rain. I can't go out that much and I can't drive. My Mom won't let me drive when its slippery or at night. How the heck am I going to learn when I don't drive at those weather conditions. I'm not going to get used to it.

I think I have 100 more days until my 18th birthday. Not sure. I lost count. And I have less than 43 days until I graduate from St. Genevieve High School. Boo! I don't want to leave high school yet. Too many friends made and now I'm leaving them behind those wretched walls of insanity produced by what we call "teachers". Basically, leaving them out in the cold. I won't be there when somthing stupid happens during lunch period; a.k.a. "Everybody's Favorite Period". sigh....good times, good times.

Anyway, I've been thinking too....I've been thinking a lot about my future and all that stuff that has been coming in and out of my mind. I've been seeing the counselor too. She's a lot of help for me because I can tell her anything that I feel and not judge me at all. She takes the weight off my chest.

Well that's it for me. Until next entry.

resort to it...or not...

..it doesn't matter anyway...its not like someone cares about it...

"He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven"

Had I the heaven's embroided cloths,

Enwrought with golden and silver lights,

The blue and the dim and the dark cloths

Of night and light and the half-light,

I would spread the cloths under your feet:

But I, being poor, have only my dreams;

I have spread my dreams under your feet;

Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

         William Butler Yeats