I hate it when my thoug​hts won'​t go from waves​ to words​.​
Or maste​r the muse insid​e for cures​ to the way
I almos​t cried​ but stopp​ed befor​e the acid began​.​
I ran away over the carpe​ts and tiles​ and stole​n rocks​.​
To the woods​,​ he says,​ the woods​ under​ infin​ite locks​
to block​ the uncom​mon nonse​nse that may be drift​ing again​ from the place​s I have been.​

Mrs. Cavern Lady hates me. I'm quite sure of it. Or maybe she just hates everyone, except for Steve Joe who is always sucking up to her.
Andy Rooney = HILARIOUS. Yeah, look him up. But if you see him, don't ask him which vice presidents he knows.
I had a dream last night that I got a 'C-' on two tests, and I was freaking out today until I got both tests back. Which were each a 'B+'.
This idiot in my 4th hour was getting really heated because I told him I didn't like Chevy Cobalts. My friends and I were talking about cars, and then this other kid starts talking about the Cobalt, and I said I don't like them. So this moron starts ripping on me, saying how "immature" I am because I don't like Cobalts...
Yeah, and he is supposed have graduated already, yet he's in a sophomore class. He is such a jerk.
Bleh. I have tons of homework.

Stalling homework, yet again...
I can't wait till Halloween, it is going to be so boss! I don't care mich for the candy, I just like ringing peoples' door bells and screaming at them. Also, Max's party; which would probably be the highlight of the season.
I'm ready for Summer, so come on man, pick me up and let's leave this popsicle stand. I'm waiting to be good at something. Everything I thought I was good at: turns out I'm average.
Writing: Ehh, slightly above average.
Drawing: Poor, creepy.
Guitar: Somewhat musically inclined.
Singing: Suck-o-Rama!
Heheheheh, so yeah, that's where I stand. :]



My heart blushes in shame
Everytime I think about you leaving me
And telling me our love was just a game
Or that you've stopped needing me lately.

I'd scribble you a love letter
And kiss it goodbye:
"I'm sorry it never got better
I'm sorry if I made you cry".

Wow.
My brain is fried worse than KFC and hair from the '80s combined. Huck Finn, you are a cruel, cruel boy. You and your pointless stories!

"Hey, let's steal this lady's slave and run away! Who cares that she is giving me the best home and future I could ever hope for? I'd much rather get trapped by my alcoholic, abusive father and live with him. His threats are so enduring! Hey now, I don't want my life to get too pointless, let's go live on a raft with a slave and be naked all the time. Let's stay with some random families! Until I find a family that actually knows my friend Tom Sawyer, now can you get anymore ironic than that? I think not. Well, I'm not sure how end this, not like my story ever had a legitimate beggining. Hey wait, the beginning is just like the ending, OMG!" -H.F.

Anyhow, I'm almost done with my homework. I have one entry left, which will take like three minutes, and then the letter. Just think, we'll probably be spending the entire first trimester talking about Huckleberry Finn! Hooo-freakin-ray.

Tomorrow is the day I am going to finish every one of my DJs! I will force myself to sit on my arse and type until I can stand in front of Huck Finn and taunt "Ha ha, in your FACE!" Seriously, Huck Finn is a blackhole of boredom.

If it weren't for Lexipro, I'd be having daily panic attacks, but luckily the worst I've done is bite my nails until my jaw hurt.

But school isn't even the worst of my worries! I'd feel naive to spill my drama all over the internet, it'd make a mess. Basically, I have a boyfriend who is interested in doing, er, illegal things. I'm entangled in my own nut jobbery as it is, I don't need his too!

But the good news is, I'm not pregnant! Hehe. Actually, the good news is that I got new pants, and that is it I believe... But despite everything, I'm still decently rational!