I have officially completed the ninth grade, well, officially I guess.. My last exam was today, a twenty page geography exam. It wasn't so bad though. Today was a new friends birthday, and although I gave up attending her celebration to go to the mall and steal, I appreciate her a lot. She has the most amazing personality that I can't help but feel jealous of. She is completly selfless and will put up and deal with whatever shit is thrown in her face and always manage to stay ontop of things. She is one of the most brilliant people I know, and has her own motives and self standards that she won't back down from. Along with being incredibly helpful and caring, she never loses her original sense of humor and ability to cheer anyone up or help them along. She is extremly kind, but sets limits and lets you discover things on your own and never pushes you too far.
Last night I had a friend stay over. How our small talk turned into a deeper conversation I do not know, but it did, and I'm trying to regret it. I'm accepting it and learning I just have to love the decisions I make, because I have to live with them. I told her stuff she may not be able to keep quiet. That is why I regret it. My perhaps twisted feeling of happiness came out of it when I was talking and she told me to stop. We were talking about the mind, and I was sharing theorys and experiences and happenings I had never told her before. She told me stop because she was scared. She was scared. Of what? The way I said it happened and the way my mind works as hers does not? Pretty sure. That put her in her place for boasting about her being smarter than most people. I know when she wrote that it was aimed specifically at me also. I scared her. I'm glad. Her mind doesn't work like that and I wish it did. I was mad that she thought it was frightening, it isn't. It never was. I've been afraid of many things, but never myself, I don't think.
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Perhaps on a repetitave note;
I think our bodies and mind's are different things.
And I came up with something to maybe back up my theory of everyone seeing colour differently. I also told her this, she repeated it in a question form, so I knew she understood, she thought that was interesting.
I like the taste of strawberrys, someone else does not. Everyone has different tastes.
I can't stand the sound of markers squeaking on a whiteboard, someone else may not mind it. Everyone has different sound preferences.
I hate the smell of lillacs after it rains, someone else thinks they smell nice. Different smell.
I simply love people drawing on my back or playing with my hair, other people find it annoying. Different touch.
If all of our other senses differentiate in some way, why would our sight be the same? Even if maybe I see darker shades etc. Our sight must be different too.
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I'm bored. This summer is going to be awsome I hope. Work, money& partying.