Spiral'd!

Whatever.

I just fucking want life to be simple again.

posted by Barcode @ 1:30 PM 0 Comments

Making Myself a Promise.

I will get into shape.
I will eat less fast food.
I will walk or run for thirty minutes everyday that my health and work schedule allows.
I will not forget why I fell in love with soccer.
I will remember the way I felt watching the World Cup.
I will practice soccer on a regular basis, no matter what.
I will not be discouraged if I am not as good as I used to be.
I will get good grades once school starts.
I will make my teachers proud of me.
I will get into a school with an amazing advertising program.
I will see New York before I reach forty, even if just for a short visit.
I will go to London before I turn forty.
I will not live in Oklahoma my whole life.
I will never lose touch with my dad.
I will visit my mothers grave at least once a year.
I will not get married until I am out of college and have lived with the man for a time.
I will not forget who my real friends are.
I will not let what other people think affect what I chose to do.



There might be more added later.

Labels: I will., list, promise

posted by Barcode @ 7:29 PM 0 Comments

Corruption

Why is it always so cold here? Is it really that hard to be warm? Cold isn’t really that nice, people get frustrated when it is to cold. It is really not a challenging task to buy a heater, they aren’t that much Tony I swear, three hundred bucks tops, that way less then you make here in one night. Hell I would help you pay for it, anything to be less cold here. I love it here, this cold thing as got to stop.

The bar seemed no different then any other in this part of the city. Small, smelly and beyond pouring with alcohol. Which was why it was also brimming with people, the patrons of this here fine establishment were a ragtag mix of homeless people and CEOs wanting to get away and find something cheap. The one thing they all had in common was an unrivaled need to get the bartenders attention, the man seemed to be on the verge of a stroke or fit of some type.
Serves him right for making me freeze to death with a bunch of hobos, dumb ass. The bar tender seemed to be able to feel the glare from the man seated at the bar and may have said something to him if his many adoring fans had not roared their disapproval at being ignored for the quieter section of the bar, for something as unworthy of their time as a conversation, one that could have ended one of many ways.

A gust of freezing air burst through to the man as the door opened and a group of five nervous college girls stepped into the bar. They looked out of place and more then a little bit scared. This wasn’t a place one normally saw upper class rich girls, if you ever saw one it may have been a sign of the apocalypse. Maybe the world was ending, or maybe they had lost a bet, whatever the reason their arrival had definitely been noticed. They were wearing just enough clothing to be socially respectable in high society, and showing just enough skin to have at least half the male population of the bar staring at them with lust screaming from their faces.

They weren’t like most of the girls down here, or the hide it very well, all the girls down here were always looking for the next score, sex or drugs normally. But sometimes, you find the one that is craving a fight, the man liked ones that hunted for all three, they usually proved the most fun. Other times innocence was nice, the ability to corrupt to over power, was one that he craved. One of the braver of the girls walked away from her group and took a seat next to him. His blue eyes stared at her for a moment, shining in the dark bar, but she looked only at the bartender. The man with the sacred duty of giving these citizens drinks came to her quickly, wishing to escape the ravenous pit that was ‘Tony’s Bar’. He stood in front of her, barely giving the man sitting there a glance. “What can I get you?”
She spoke out in a clear, unafraid voice. “A vodka martini please, thanks.” She told him her order and glanced down to the bar.

“I’ll get that for you, it would be my pleasure.” The seated man told her, smiling. the bartender looked at her for confirmation and went to make her drink only after she nodded.
“Thank you. My name is Allison.” She smiled up at him now, green eyes shining.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, I’m Nikkis.”

Labels: bar, fire, lost

posted by Barcode @ 2:49 PM 0 Comments

Oh.My.Damn.

This is my jam.
No, I lie. Sorry folks, my whole...no readers out there.
But whateves.
I decided that I was going to realize this existed again so here I am. :D
AREN'T YOU EXCITED?!
I know I am totally pumped.
This will probably be mainly used for writing but we shall see.
Adios.

posted by Barcode @ 1:03 PM 0 Comments

Header

OH MY GOD I GOT IT TO WORK.
It took me two days of working with it to get that freaking thing to work.
Thank god, yes.
Pwn
Eureka is awesome
Zane is Awesome

Labels: Eureka, Zane

posted by Barcode @ 12:07 PM 0 Comments

posted by Barcode @ 6:20 PM 0 Comments

Stolen Smiles

Stolen smiles
Wandering eyes
A new face
With a new look
At this place
Smart and sly
A cute smile
A personality far
too similar to
my own
a connection
obvious
A bad first
impression leads
to weeks of hate
A little game
fixes it all
Bright green eyes
always look alive.
Lost in a world
all his own.
Disappearing yet
still able to
answer almost
anything.
Trying to make
a new impression
most hardly hear.
Looks no one
else can see,
sociable but
never like that.
Shoulders hit
in an empty
hallway,
a smile lights
your face.
A height just
right when
standing next
to me, if only
you stood next
to me more.
Made up cities
in made up
countries with
added marks.
In a class that
laughs, only
holding it in
when I get it
wrong.
A pencil
always at
the ready
noted never
taken, a
paper left
empty.

Labels: crush, german, monpoly

posted by Barcode @ 5:53 PM 1 Comments