Here's Something To Think About

Okay so, you're in a public place. Naturally, you look at people, right? That person, the one you're looking at, has no idea you're looking at them.

Now pay attention.

The person you're looking at will eventually be in your position; looking at some random person, which most possibly could be you and you, like them, will have no idea that they are looking at you.

If you think about it, when you're in a public place, you'll never be able to escape the gazes of on-lookers who, in turn, include you yourself.

...Signing Off...
~*~Rommie~*~

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Hey...

I'm hungry.

I wonder.....

Yes, yes, I wonder.....I do indeed.

I wonder if you're wondering what I'm wondering because I sure am wondering if I should wonder that you wonder about me.

I think I'm wondering correctly.

Maybe I'm wrong.

Maybe I'm right.

Hungry still....

...Signing Off...
~*~Rommie~*~

Don't Wake Me, I Plan On Sleeping In

I felt very perceptive today. Don't ask me why, I don't know. I seemed to be using all my senses to experience the world around me. Hearing, taste, sight, touch, smell. I heard everything today: the different voices of all the people, the constant thudding of my pulse, the secretive wind through autumn leaves, the pitter patter of my rubber soles against the asphalt. I felt things I've never noticed before. I ran my hand along the top of the concrete wall to my last class, my fingers barely grazing the rough concrete. My fingers were spread apart as they brushed over the rivets and cracks of the seemingly ancient wall, they swerved around stale chewing gum, jumped over pudgy Rollie-pollies, and continued through long blades of over grown grass. As I walked along the wall, the gentle breeze bit at my chubby cheeks making the entirety of them tingle, I could feel the blood rushing into them, darkening my skin a pale shade of pink. As I continued along, I came upon a duo of girls smoking joints. The thin smoke entered my nose, slightly burning my nostrils and leaving a bitter after smell that lingered there for a few seconds before I could smell the taste of the decaying oak leaves that fell silently to the ground. I walked around them and kept walking, closing my eyes momentarily to enhance the feeling of the sun gently kissing my porcelain skin. When I opened my eyes, I watched the shadows of the trees dance upon the ground as my tongue softly tickled the roof of my mouth allowing a quiet melodic voice to sing a familiar tune. People didn't mind if I sung in public. All who's gaze crossed my own, only replied with a smile. They all seemed cheerful to see me indulging myself in the wonders of the human body's privileges. When I realized that I had reached the classroom...I just smiled.

...Signing Off...
~*~Rommie~*~

Brighter Eyes

It was rainy today. I love the rain. There's something about it that makes you feel picturesque. It makes your life feel like some sort of experimental film, well for me it does anyways. It made me want to listen to some quiet Indie music...so I did. I had the headphones in their proper places and the volume turned up so the music would blur all the other noises out...like it was the soundtrack of my day. I realized that I really don't like to talk to people very often. Granted I will have my talkative moods, but for the majority I like to keep to myself. I wonder what people see when they look at me? Am I memorable? Or am I just another kid passing by. I want to be remembered. I want to be remembered as someone inspirational, someone who everyone could relate to and talk to easily. I want everyone to know that I'll listen because I know how good it feels to be heard. People have told me in the past that I seem unapproachable, that they were afraid to talk to me at first. I wonder why? How can I change that? I think I have mood swings. One day I'll talk about depressing stuff, the next I'll be inquisitive, and the next I'll be happy. I suppose I just like to view life from all aspects. I feel...indescribable at the moment. Sometimes, trying to grasp the way I feel or grasp ideas in general is extremely difficult. Have you ever felt like you were thinking about so much that you just couldn't think anymore? Like you lost all train of thought and just didn't know what to think about next? That's how I feel right now...

...Signing Off...
~*~Rommie~*~

Coined Flower

It's nearing the end of Tuesday. The sky is preparing itself for another morning. School was fine...it's always just fine. I did what I do everyday. Like clockwork...no not like. It is in fact clockwork. School is so overwhelming. I sometimes find myself drowning in the sea of static that surrounds me. I feel alone in every class but one. I watch everybody..laughing, talking, smiling. People say I think too much but their lives all appear so shallow. I know for a fact everybody has their share of tragedy...how can they sit there and pretend like everything's okay? I find myself doing this often. I'm afraid of the way people will view me...because I've seen it before. I've seen people shunned, called insane, called depressed, weird, irregular. As I write this, those things seem so insignificant. So why don't I have the tiniest scrap of an idea why I fear such things? It's rare that I find someone that I want to pour all my love and care into. I can only think of a small few whom I feel this way about already. I found a new one though. I've been given the opportunity to take a look into her thoughts and quite frankly...I love it. She's genius. Pure genius. Take a look at her blog by clicking "I love it.". Some people find it weird though, to care for someone so much so quickly but I believe that if you have a feeling you should embrace it. I like hugs...I do. A lot. Maybe I should start hugging people more often. I think people are afraid to hug me. I'm glad I have this blog...I can let all my feelings loose. It feels good.

...Signing Off...
~*~Rommie~*~

Typical Tuesday

So here I am in the school bathroom. It's 15 passed 9 and I'm ditching 2nd period French 4 AP. That class room just gets so cold and so boring, plus I'm super tired today for some unknown reason. So here I am, lulling myself to sleep in a bathroom stall, accompanied by some Korean pop music and a peanut butter and Nutella sandwich (which is extremely delicious might I add). Oh happy day. I've never ditched at this school before (new school) so I'm pretty paranoid. Half asleep and jumping at every foreign noise outside my stall. This toilet seat is pretty uncomfortable....

...Signing Off...
~*~Rommie~*~

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The Re-Grand Opening of My Blogging Career

Ah nyeong ha se yo and welcome to my life story. Allow me to introduce your narrator, moi. My name is of no importance but you may call me Rommie. Our story begins many moons ago, on that fateful Wednesday morning. All my life I had been different, always taking interest in the bizarre, the frightful, and the mystical. I was what some people would consider "cursed" with a split home but it honestly, never phased me. I had always been a unique independent individual who learned from others' mistakes to avoid making them herself. I never received the amount of affection and attention I truly yearned for and perhaps that's why I'm the person I am today. I suppose this blog is a preamble to my cyber symphony so, I will try to enlighten you, the reader, of all you should know to better understand my madness. I enjoy many things and dislike many things, as do all. I've been told I am gifted in the arts (i.e. music, drawing/painting, photography, digital art, writing, etc.), I'm hardly a technical person; as my profile says," I am the right side of the brain." and this describes me to the finish. I enjoy all sorts of music; I'm very open-minded. I am not afraid to voice my opinion and have been considered persuasive and logical. Note: My morals and values aren't the mainstream, so be prepared. I realize this entry is stricken with bore and I assure you my first entry is the most professional I will be writing.

...Signing Off...
              ~*~Rommie~*~