Jets fly into my ears, jets
Sometimes these lumberjacks get sick of the rainforest.
They cut it down.
But then, it comes back.
And there is rain again, and what they see as misery.
But new life comes from the rainforest. Unseen life that few care to observe.
Who will prevail, the lumberjack, or the life of the rain?
Room 44 has this sweet song. It's called blank love letter and it's about a short girl that Bucket and Cheez are fighting over.
Torie Crimes has promised to make us a website.
Ian Monica: i love making websites for ska bands for free. love it.
He made a cool website for the Vimps. He's a charecter, somebody should put him in a Vertigo series.
So, I go to school. Go right from school to work. Ran to my street from work, where Tony was waiting by his car for us to go to my secondary job of lifting heavy crates for a recluse. I get home, get yelled at by my mom. She takes my money from working right out of my pocket.
I can do pushups with one hand. Toot.
Tony and I watch a segment of D. Darko, then it cuts off and we can't get it working. I'm scared of a god damn bunny.
So now, instead of doing my report on the history of the jet engine; which I will pull from memory aka a cavity down and to the left of my colin, I am writing to anyone about my day, which nobody really cares about but me. Edit: Maybe a few. Heh. That's fine. Who would take time out of living their life to truly take into account the life of another person? Oh yeah, muah. How noble, what a payoff, why'd chivalry die again? Oh yeah.