My morning

Well, my first day back since I've been out extremely sick. I think people might hav eactually missed me.. Or at least they were excited that I am finally back.
This morning I have experienced awesomness already. I mean it's not even ten in the morning and i've already had the greatest moment ever. You see, me and Christian Radford, we had some serious teamwork!! She couldn't log onto her blog because her computer was having a spasm, like the school computers frequently do. She was getting so frazzled. Mrs. Onkst was telling her she was going to help everyone but her and then when she got time she would help. Well I would not stnad for this!! I patted Christian on the back while she logged in. Suspense was building as she hit "enter". Then, all of a sudden, she was logged on! We made something beasutiful happen just by a pat on the back!!
Well then I have these awesome pictures that i've taken with Sinjin! I'm so excited because Sinjin is like the most awesome person I've ever met. I would clone him just so i could be around sinjin all the time. But anyways class is about over and I need to make some comments on these blogs.
Peace out my awesomest friends!
<3 Holly

Something unpleasant

I was sitting at Starbuck's across the table for two from my boyfirend at the time. We were waiting on his coffee to be made. Our hands both folded on table, seperately, as we made small talk. We never went out and made small talk. After about twenty minutes of this we started "the talk", the reason he had called me at 8 o'clock that morning. He explained how he had been thinking about "us".
he covered it up with how awesome I was. How pretty I was. How he wanted to be really close after. Then he said "I don't think we should do this anymore." The final words. Tears were trickling down my face when it was all said and done. But we remained there for thirty more minutes, goofing as friends. Then i Called my mom. She got there in her blue jeep wrangler. I hugged him for the last time, a final goodbye. Then watched him walk to his badly painted 4-runner and the tears poured down.

A Crowded Room

The small room. So filled with poeple. All kinds of people. Fat ones. Tall ones. Skinny ones. All different races: White, black, Asian, Blasian. A sea of diversity.
Amongst all these people, he still sticks out and is the first person I see. The tall guy. Black hair. Tan skin. A white smile spread across his face as he laughs a laugh that sounds like bells on Santa's sleigh to my ears. His hair is the perfect mix of long but not too long. Messy but fixed perfectly. He is the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen. Skinny with a strong sense of style. An instrument in his hand. Could he be more perfect?
Then I notice among all these people, the average girl. Who is the one holding his hand. I should have known he wasn't that perffect. She seems extremely shy. She doesn't say a word as he speaks to everyone in the room. Her big eyes just watching as she plays with a strang of her long hair.
Then I notice the girl in the mirror. She has a smile on her face, even though her dark eyes say otherwise. She has dark skin and hair, boots on her feet, paired with red skinny jeans and a Led Zepplin t-shirt. she's original but does anyone notice her? She's just one person in the sea of people. A grain of sand.. But everyone turns, including him...