just recently i have been wanting to start writing poetry. its like a mad urge which i think stems from none of my 'lyrics' ever becoming songs essentially i already have been writing poetry for years but now i will be conciously writing poetry so i can make it deliberately mysterious and liberating and fake and wonderfully 'teenage' i cant wait.

the definition of pain = watching the girl you love and can no longer have flirt with guys and ignore your existence as your meaningless, teenage life spirals into nothing... jonny is depressed.

ahh, last day of the the easter holidays and i have managed to avoid doing any of my homework again. ive been thinking about organising a procrastination olympics, but i keep putting it off. shout-out to offbeatnikchick who has given me reason to while away my hours on here rather than succumb to the boredom of an otherwise eventless 'spring break'.

Remember this, when lost in the woods dont just take a random guess at a direction to take, this may add literally minutes to your total journey time. Overall it is better to stick to main roads and routes you are familiar with. That said, i do stand by my decision to try and find the shortcut. my legs are tired and disagree.