Inspired by The Decemberists. Isn't it a lovely night? You pretty dove, This blinding light. I guess the experts call it love. And so I gaze your pretty face, And wonder how Love's made its case. I'm the luckiest guy now. And so I listen to you laugh, That beautiful noise. It reminds me that I hope I'm different from other boys. And so I go on living this life And so is my will: May there come no strife, As for my true love, you'll fulfill.

This journal thing looks all right. Like a half-arsed blog. But I might as well give it a try. I'll post later. At school now. Avoiding my english class.