I’m fully awake.
I’m finally awake.
I’m fucking awake.
I am awake in a field of shallow mishaps and hidden mouse traps, laid out in a row with a masterful cringe from my own backyard. I feel my eyes looking at the clock and I ache as the clock stares back, seconds away from striking its hand across its leathery face. I’ll sit alone and stare at nothing, as I disguise my depression as pointless humor. I’ll weep to myself, away from my betraying beloveds. Balancing on my own feet, I almost learned how to settle a trade between the obscurity of tears and the eternal velocity of voices echoing in my mind. A trade of everything in exchange for nothing. Bereft of ill thoughts, lonely gun shots fired in a far away field where everyone sleeps.

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.