I study the way he moves…his personality through the way he walks, the way he gestures when he talks, the way he relaxes his body when he sits down.
I study his eyes…the depth of his eyes when they tell me a story. the color, oh the brilliant color that changes depending on the light and what shirt he’s wearing; always magnificent blue, they capture me.
his mouth…that half smile, that smirk, that plays with me. it toys with me, it pulls me in, I crave my lips against that smirk. even more against his smile. the smile he rarely shows, the smile I draw out of him so often.
his body…that’s hidden from all but me. like I carry a code that grants me access to a secret more guarded than the pentagon’s. a secret more valuable than theirs.
i studied for my exam but i got sick so i didn’t have to take it. my little sister is pretending to study right now. studying is never any fun, not even when you get to color parts of the body.
I hate studying, it’s necessary for my future but is so boring and stresses me out all the time. Without it my life will go no where but it is the worst thing I have ever had to do. I have never hated anything more.
I studied his face. How silly he looked, all red faced and puffy and sad. He had been crying, of course, since it was his father’s funeral. Who wouldn’t cry? But he looked stupid. He didn’t look like the Mark I knew. I wanted to punch him. I wanted to kick and scream and sob, “You’re supposed to be the strong one! Don’t you fucking dare cry!”
New studies, press releases, opinion pieces, articles. Go back to the source, dig deeper, find the original quote. I love the research but I get lost in the digging, forgetting I’m supposed to be writing forward to the future, not just digging into the past.
I take a long look at the reflection in the mirror. Soft golden waves, blue eyes, this sharp face. Yet something is not quite right you see. I see. We all see. The person looking back, is no longer me.
He studied her for a long moment, trying to decipher her sincerity. Finding her resolve unshaken upon his perusal, he let out a breath and met her gaze. Letting her go was the hardest thing he would ever have to do.
it never gets done, even though it should. my add and the world does not want me to study. i would much rather study people than the material in front of me. just watch people go by and try to figure out who they are and what is going on in their lives. i feel like this sort of studying is much more useful than learning about whatever it is i am supposed to be studying…
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HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAAHAHA LOSER! YOU TOOK TIME TO READ THIS!!!
Studying is so boring. I hate to study because I am too lazy to study. I like studying sometimes because i will get good grades on tests and quizzes. Studying can be bad because it is a waste of time unless you have a C in a class.
I studied everything in life. The exact details, I scrutinized and analyzed and did everything I could to get all of the little picture as possible. Then I realized, I wasn’t paying attention to the big picture when I studied. I missed all of the obvious feelings you had towards me.
Studying is exactly what I am trying to avoid right now. Studying my surroundings, realizing I’m alone. Studying my notes, realizing passing is growing more hopeless by the day. I really would rather do anything but study. It always reveals unpleasant truths.
I sit as close to the end of the very last pew in the sanctuary, hidden by the mass of members who hold their hymns in their hands like bowls of holy water. I dont stand and therfore earn th distastful glares from the 70 yr old veterans that have been coming here since before all this stained glass was erected.
Instead Istudy the back of your head, five rows up nestled snug between the retired choir leader and the newly acquiire kindergarten Sunday school teacher. I stare at the waay your neck and sholders flex as you ease your way through Amazing Grace. The pastors ‘golden boy’ singng large and loud the praises of the Lord!
And I remember.
I remember the way it felt when you were on top of me.
I remember the way you looked at me when I said NO.
I remember the sounds that you made as I gave up fighting and let you win.
Do you sing so pretty now as you did then?
me.
understand that I am going to get angry.
look ugly.
throw a fit
want to cuddle.
dont find everything you find funny
find the wrong things funny
like sweatpants
know what i want
study me.
I studied you
agh I miss you.
so much it hurts
For one to sit and study requires great patience. Patience takes skill. Skills come to those who study. Study books, word, diagrams, people. Studying anything can increase your skills.
Studying is very dull. I have to do it almost every night. It makes me a bit frustrated, but I know I have to do it. I’m the only one that has to study every night. My teachers call me unique and special, but when I see the other kids laughing at me, I know i’m not special. I’m just retarded.
I studied the number of eyelashes in the mirror, a tiny clump of mascara on the edge of a fine point. My attention broken when the cell phone buzzed on the bathroom counter beside me, like an alarm threatening to denote a bomb. And it did, because I read the dark pixels, and realized you were a mirage. Gone. Before I could stop myself, my eyelashes shed their black paint, and released it to cascade down my cheek.
study is the infinite place from when one can gain all the knowledge one needs and desires in his or her life whenever we study its such a passive art from which many can observe and learn from why not study? you ask well the answer is simple, one does not fully desire to.
Sitting upon the floor a boy studies. As did his father and mother before him. Education is required in this day and age. But how can he study when his heart is somewhere else? Is it a girl who has his heart? Nay, it is art for which he yearns.
my grandfather’s study was under the old wooden staircase, tucked beneath the dusty balustrades. It was always kept locked and filled with a myriad precious things, things that made no sense and were endlessly mysterious to a 5 year old.
i have had a lot of things on my mind these days. there have been a plenty of times for me to lift things, drop things, embellish things, and cry about things. i have the knack to these stacks. it’s all in the study of the maker. you can look at me once, i can look at you twice. this is the mirror affect. the part of the brain that calls out for more is seemingly becoming more and more accessible by the day. the forefront of the industry speaks words, unscathed, and unruined. Bruised pieces of fruit lay a top the cabinets.
I was woken up with my face on my half finished history paper by a sudden rush of cold air from my open window. I got up slowly and shuffled across the room to shut it. Turning around, I looked at the small green glow that was my digital clock and squinted. It was almost midnight. I had been studying all day.
c’est de la marde mais j’ai pu sa a faire au moins :) je vais pu a l’école donc sa ne m’interesse plus vraiment que die d’autre j’ai passer à travers mon secondaire sans trop de problemes :D
I want to study your eyes. And read in them the language of your soul. I want to know the lines wrapped around your lashes. I want to see your emotions floating in the puddles. I’ll know the color and recreate it in watercolors. If that’s all I had to identify you by I’d pass the test.
I had to study the novel “A Lesion of Dissent”. It was a very good story, and our class liked it very much. It is about the Sixties, an exciting period in history.
Talking with my mother-in-law on the phone is a study in patience. She’s the nicest woman you’ll ever meet. But she lives alone. She connects with people by phone. All the time. All day long, it seems. When it’s my turn, I need to set aside 45 minutes. Oh, that woman likes to talk!
ew
i hate studying its stupid and annoying, I’m supposed to do be doing it right now…oh well. I study what I want, like Scientology, like Tom Cruise <3 :) ew…study.,,,,
i have to study when I take a class that ends in a test. I usually set aside sunday through thrusday to do my studying, but give myself the weekend off> I usually have an hour or two per night to study or do homework when I’m taking a class, which is usually during the summer, but sometimes I take intense classes during the school year.
I should be studying right now, yet instead I’m here. I did not study at all. I am probably going to be screwed.
I study the way he moves…his personality through the way he walks, the way he gestures when he talks, the way he relaxes his body when he sits down.
I study his eyes…the depth of his eyes when they tell me a story. the color, oh the brilliant color that changes depending on the light and what shirt he’s wearing; always magnificent blue, they capture me.
his mouth…that half smile, that smirk, that plays with me. it toys with me, it pulls me in, I crave my lips against that smirk. even more against his smile. the smile he rarely shows, the smile I draw out of him so often.
his body…that’s hidden from all but me. like I carry a code that grants me access to a secret more guarded than the pentagon’s. a secret more valuable than theirs.
i studied for my exam but i got sick so i didn’t have to take it. my little sister is pretending to study right now. studying is never any fun, not even when you get to color parts of the body.
I hate studying, it’s necessary for my future but is so boring and stresses me out all the time. Without it my life will go no where but it is the worst thing I have ever had to do. I have never hated anything more.
I studied his face. How silly he looked, all red faced and puffy and sad. He had been crying, of course, since it was his father’s funeral. Who wouldn’t cry? But he looked stupid. He didn’t look like the Mark I knew. I wanted to punch him. I wanted to kick and scream and sob, “You’re supposed to be the strong one! Don’t you fucking dare cry!”
New studies, press releases, opinion pieces, articles. Go back to the source, dig deeper, find the original quote. I love the research but I get lost in the digging, forgetting I’m supposed to be writing forward to the future, not just digging into the past.
I take a long look at the reflection in the mirror. Soft golden waves, blue eyes, this sharp face. Yet something is not quite right you see. I see. We all see. The person looking back, is no longer me.
Lets study study study thinking about studying, lets study ngjshdg omnomnomnomnomnom omnomnom omnom omnom
when you study the Bible you learn more, love more,and know God’s love more.
He studied her for a long moment, trying to decipher her sincerity. Finding her resolve unshaken upon his perusal, he let out a breath and met her gaze. Letting her go was the hardest thing he would ever have to do.
To study is to be in school, and to have a study is to be in heaven on earth.
it never gets done, even though it should. my add and the world does not want me to study. i would much rather study people than the material in front of me. just watch people go by and try to figure out who they are and what is going on in their lives. i feel like this sort of studying is much more useful than learning about whatever it is i am supposed to be studying…
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HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAAHAHA LOSER! YOU TOOK TIME TO READ THIS!!!
Studying is so boring. I hate to study because I am too lazy to study. I like studying sometimes because i will get good grades on tests and quizzes. Studying can be bad because it is a waste of time unless you have a C in a class.
I studied everything in life. The exact details, I scrutinized and analyzed and did everything I could to get all of the little picture as possible. Then I realized, I wasn’t paying attention to the big picture when I studied. I missed all of the obvious feelings you had towards me.
Studying is exactly what I am trying to avoid right now. Studying my surroundings, realizing I’m alone. Studying my notes, realizing passing is growing more hopeless by the day. I really would rather do anything but study. It always reveals unpleasant truths.
When I get home from school I need to study for my test. It’s not a hard test but it is a test I need to take.
I sit as close to the end of the very last pew in the sanctuary, hidden by the mass of members who hold their hymns in their hands like bowls of holy water. I dont stand and therfore earn th distastful glares from the 70 yr old veterans that have been coming here since before all this stained glass was erected.
Instead Istudy the back of your head, five rows up nestled snug between the retired choir leader and the newly acquiire kindergarten Sunday school teacher. I stare at the waay your neck and sholders flex as you ease your way through Amazing Grace. The pastors ‘golden boy’ singng large and loud the praises of the Lord!
And I remember.
I remember the way it felt when you were on top of me.
I remember the way you looked at me when I said NO.
I remember the sounds that you made as I gave up fighting and let you win.
Do you sing so pretty now as you did then?
alot of words.such as a sa.kids have to study alot. to make you better . i study . i have to study to make me smarter!!!
me.
understand that I am going to get angry.
look ugly.
throw a fit
want to cuddle.
dont find everything you find funny
find the wrong things funny
like sweatpants
know what i want
study me.
I studied you
agh I miss you.
so much it hurts
For one to sit and study requires great patience. Patience takes skill. Skills come to those who study. Study books, word, diagrams, people. Studying anything can increase your skills.
Studying is very dull. I have to do it almost every night. It makes me a bit frustrated, but I know I have to do it. I’m the only one that has to study every night. My teachers call me unique and special, but when I see the other kids laughing at me, I know i’m not special. I’m just retarded.
I studied the number of eyelashes in the mirror, a tiny clump of mascara on the edge of a fine point. My attention broken when the cell phone buzzed on the bathroom counter beside me, like an alarm threatening to denote a bomb. And it did, because I read the dark pixels, and realized you were a mirage. Gone. Before I could stop myself, my eyelashes shed their black paint, and released it to cascade down my cheek.
Right now I should be studying. Instead, I’m watching t.v. What’s happened to the youth of today.
study is the infinite place from when one can gain all the knowledge one needs and desires in his or her life whenever we study its such a passive art from which many can observe and learn from why not study? you ask well the answer is simple, one does not fully desire to.
Sitting upon the floor a boy studies. As did his father and mother before him. Education is required in this day and age. But how can he study when his heart is somewhere else? Is it a girl who has his heart? Nay, it is art for which he yearns.
my grandfather’s study was under the old wooden staircase, tucked beneath the dusty balustrades. It was always kept locked and filled with a myriad precious things, things that made no sense and were endlessly mysterious to a 5 year old.
when i her the word study i think of this words school homework teatchers borring intressting
i have had a lot of things on my mind these days. there have been a plenty of times for me to lift things, drop things, embellish things, and cry about things. i have the knack to these stacks. it’s all in the study of the maker. you can look at me once, i can look at you twice. this is the mirror affect. the part of the brain that calls out for more is seemingly becoming more and more accessible by the day. the forefront of the industry speaks words, unscathed, and unruined. Bruised pieces of fruit lay a top the cabinets.
I was woken up with my face on my half finished history paper by a sudden rush of cold air from my open window. I got up slowly and shuffled across the room to shut it. Turning around, I looked at the small green glow that was my digital clock and squinted. It was almost midnight. I had been studying all day.
ew i hate it omfg. read read read >:C EW BLEH I HATE IT CAN’T STAND TEACHERSSSSSSSS
c’est de la marde mais j’ai pu sa a faire au moins :) je vais pu a l’école donc sa ne m’interesse plus vraiment que die d’autre j’ai passer à travers mon secondaire sans trop de problemes :D
I want to study your eyes. And read in them the language of your soul. I want to know the lines wrapped around your lashes. I want to see your emotions floating in the puddles. I’ll know the color and recreate it in watercolors. If that’s all I had to identify you by I’d pass the test.
I had to study the novel “A Lesion of Dissent”. It was a very good story, and our class liked it very much. It is about the Sixties, an exciting period in history.
Study
Talking with my mother-in-law on the phone is a study in patience. She’s the nicest woman you’ll ever meet. But she lives alone. She connects with people by phone. All the time. All day long, it seems. When it’s my turn, I need to set aside 45 minutes. Oh, that woman likes to talk!
to eat a banana while making eye contact.
ew
i hate studying its stupid and annoying, I’m supposed to do be doing it right now…oh well. I study what I want, like Scientology, like Tom Cruise <3 :) ew…study.,,,,
study is reveiwing a lesson that you have learn in a class and have to go over it to do a good job on the test.
for me study is sumthing we usually do at school or for homework :)
i have to study when I take a class that ends in a test. I usually set aside sunday through thrusday to do my studying, but give myself the weekend off> I usually have an hour or two per night to study or do homework when I’m taking a class, which is usually during the summer, but sometimes I take intense classes during the school year.