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Friday, January 9th, 2004
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4:00p - quietness
Hey, just got back from school. School was ok. I was quiet today again. Apparently no one likes that. 1st hour was boreng. Nothing special. Mr. Klien had to come teach the first part of class though. Cause Mr. Prices car broke down and Mr. Polkinghorn had to go get her. He was (apeared) hyper. I started laughing he looked at me and said "its friday!" Second hour, I did hw the whole hour nothing special. Science! Today was fun! Egg drop. Nicole and my project didn't do well, died on the first drop. Twasn't wicked. It was still fun but still, I wanted to do well. But instead me and Nicole through it back and forth as if it was a football. Fun. 4th hour. Nothing fun, a practice exam. Lunch. I was quiet there. I was just listening to the music in my head. Apparently ppl didn't tlike that. 5th hour, I wrote up an extra credit thing. 6th hour, boring, we watched Animal Farm. Hated it. I hate that movie, its easily the WORST movie in the world, I mean, besides Gili (Never saw it I'm just going off of what the ratings were). 7th hour. Drew most of the hour. And Now I'm here. And, I have nothing else to say. so.. Bye
current mood:  mischievous
current music: AFI- Death of Seasons (comment on this)
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10:45p - saddness overcomes the light and makes it dark again
"We held hands on the last night on Earth, our mouths filled with dust, we kissed in the field and under the trees, screaming like dogs, bleeding dark into the leaves, it was empty on the edge of town but we knew everyone flowed on the bottom of the rivers, so we walked thourgh the waste where the road curved innto the sae and the shatterd seasons lay, and te bitter smoke burning was on me like a disease, in a cancer of passion you said "death is a midnight runner", the sky has come crashing down like the news of intament sudicide, we picked up the shards and made thme into shapes of stars, that wore like an anti antique wedding dress, the echos of the past broke the hears of the unborn, As the faris wheel silently flowed to a stop, the few insects skittered away in hopes of a better past time, I kissed you at a eh apex of maelston, and aksed if you would occompany me in a quick fall, but mae me realize that my ticket wasn't good for two, I rode alone and you said "the sinders are falling like snow", theres poetry and dispare and we and with unriveled beauty, bitter elegies of savegry and elequence of blue and gray, strangewe ran down desprate streets and carved our names into the flesh of the city, the sun has stagneted somewhere beyond the rim of the horizan, and the darkness is a mystery of curves and lines, still we lay under the emptyness and drifted slowly upward, and somewhere in the wokderness we found salvation scrached into the earth like a message" ~afireinside
current mood:  melancholy
current music: AFI-This time imperfect (2 comments |comment on this)
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