So there was no school today and I was all excited.. but you know what that meant? That meant that I didn't have to go to civics. and I didn't have to go to community to go to civics. That's it. Still had calculus.. still had work. Oh well, it's all good.

What tells me that you are wonderful is that as soon as I see you, I smile. I'm happy. Last night I was feeling very awkward about life, but just walking to your door made it go away.

I in no way whatsoever influenced jim to write like me.

A low scale war.. I sit and listen to my discman   headphones   music filling my head, computer screen   lights   words filling my eyes.. my senses overriding the surrounding noise.

"if you want me, why don't you just show me"

Age is a number. Time is measurable, but not concrete. Experience, views of life are real. and can differ.

from intense, real to held back, unknowing.

I need to write a poem or two for class, but I can't think of any topics or anything. I am so not inspired.

I need a job. A real job that fits my schedule, though. Where I have set things to do each day and I am interested in it. I really like my job with METC but at the same time, it's just not.. right.