damn, i love these '80's movies! i want a bad ass boyfriend. they don't exist, how fortunate for me. i DLed the song "Dont You Forget About Me", damn it i was born in the wrong year, only if i could've been born in 1968. that would've been SO SWEET! in 1985 i would be 17 and live the 80's HS life. argh! i hate brooklyn tech. fuck

Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines he wrote a poem And he called it "Chops" because that was the name of his dog And that's what it was all about And his teacher gave him an A and a gold star And his mother hung it on the kitchen door and read it to his aunts That was the year Father Tracy took all the kids to the zoo And he let them sing on the bus And his little sister was born with tiny toenails and no hair And his mother and father kissed a lot And the girl around the corner sent him a Valentine signed with a row of X's and he had to ask his father what the X's meant And his father always tucked him in bed at night And was always there to do it Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines he wrote a poem And he called it "Autumn" because that was the name of the season And his teacher gave him an A and he asked him to write more clearly and his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because of its new paint And the kids told him That Father Tracy smoked cigars And left butts on the pews And sometimes they would burn holes That was the year his sister got glasses with thick lenses and black frames And the girl around the corner laughed when he asked her to go see Santa Clause And the kids told him why his mother and father kissed a lot And his father never tucked him in bed at night And his father got mad when he cried for him to do it. Once on a paper torn from his notebook he wrote a poem And he called it "Innocence: A Question" because that was the question about his girl And that's what it was about And his professor gave him an A and a strange steady look And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because he never showed her That was the year Father Tracy died of the Apostle's Creed went And he caught his sister making out on the back porch And his mother and father never kissed or even talked And the girl around the corner wore too much makeup That made him cough when he kissed her but he kissed her anyway because that was the thing to do And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed his father snoring loudly That's why on the back of a brown paper bag he tried another poem And he called it "Absolutely Nothing" Because that's what it was really all about And he gave himself an A and a slash on each damned wrist And he hung it on the bathroom door because this time he didn't think he could reach the kitchen. i cried.

the puppy is passed out next to its victim. im looking for songs from bands playing tmw's show. the monkie is laying there grasping for dear life. you'll never know what hit you regret me

I got my baby siberian husky from Eddie's last night. HE'S SO CUTE!!! i named it Johnny, cuz it was running around growling at everything and then trying to either chew it or tackle it. all he does basically is eat, sleep and poo. haha joe called me today to confirm going to hellfest sunday, YEAH BABY YEAH! also to invite me to a 4th of july barbecue. ::smiles:: for some odd reason, i really dont like being here. i think imma leave soon. just to fucking get out. im such a weird person, for every shitty feeling i have, there's still some happiness there.

why must shit be so boring. ppl should tell me what the hell they do to keep themselves amused. Finished *A Clockwork Orange* great book :) i love the 21st chapter. if alex were real, i bet i'ld prolly get alogn with him well and carry his baby boy (haha).

it pays off to be witty. ::bows:: oh and yes jon did call :):):)

wow, the show last night was fucking amazing. the bands played their hearts out and the lead singer of On Broken Wings got my number. haha. he was such a sweetheart too. i got 2 hugs from him. hehe the rest of the band members were such dicks tho. knowing me and how i can be a cold bitch i was just giving everyone else the cold shoulder other than Jon. i hope he does call, if not, whatever not meant to be. Later, fags ;)

im such a silly girl. i bought a shitload of things today with my birthday money and they made me so happy :). isnt that silly?! Reading: A Clockwork Orange Playlist: FATA, sky came falling

i want ginger.

rainy days suck yet there's something so intriguing about them. cramps suck ass! and of course still smiling for NO SCHOOL (even tho. its sat.) it feels daaaaaaaaamn good. i should go to the beach in this weather and sit there by the shore while it rains and pours. i think it'ld be creepy sitting there seeing water meet water and the dark waves hitting eachother. i'ld prolly get hypnotized into drowning myself. and so i am too lazy to shower.... :)