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 that Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
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I have come to a conclusion.

Life is a game, a little video game controlled by someone whom we don't know of, someone who is in charge orf everything we do, and someone who determines when we quit.

Life is a game, and death is a way of saying, "Game Over."

The Keys to Your Heart

You are attracted to those who have a split personality - cold as ice on the outside but hot as fire in the heart.

In love, you feel the most alive when things are straight-forward, and you're told that you're loved.

You'd like to your lover to think you are stylish and alluring.
You would be forced to break up with ( Read more... )

We're going down, down in an earlier round.
And Sugar, we're going down swinging.
I'll be your number one with a bullet.
A loaded god complex, COCK IT AND PULL IT.

I got an email from Linz earlier. Gawd, I haven't spoken with her for ages. Still obsessed with Buffy, I'm guessing. I haven't written her back yet though...

Yesterday, I was in Pac ( Read more... )

Eh. Haven't been feeling too good lately.

Don't really feel like updating because I'm emotionally drained. All my guts are splashed out onto the layout of my other journal.

In happy news, Saturday should be fun. I don't know if Kathy's hanging or not, because her mother is the modern day equivalent to a nazi. (travis, i'm KIDDING.) Anyway, I kind ( Read more... )

Ever have one of those days where you feel like shit, but you can't bring yourself to go home?

Kathy and I enjoyed a nice class period sitting outside talking. Good fun. Jenna gave me the finger and licked the window. Heh. Gotta love her though.

Justin got gum stuck in his hair today. Wendy and I were trying to get it out, so he shed a few inches ( Read more... )

Dear diary,

My teen angst bullshit has a body count. I believe it's 6, going on 7, now.

Them gorgeous green eyes smiling and I'm going straight to hell.

All the possiblities and promise just weighs on me so heavily, and I try but I'm not convinced. Your lips, they pout and twist and, I die trying just to keep myself from kissing you. You take in everything with a certainty I envy, It's somehow all I need.

JUST KEEP ME GUESSING, ( Read more... )

  I should have fucking stayed away. I should have stayed the fuck away. Now I can't seem to get the fuck away.

Currently dealing with Green Day show withdrawal symptoms, including: lack of energy and/or enthusiasm, aching muscular sections of body, throbbing head pains, severe nostalgia, acute breaking-out-into-green-day-song-itis, and seperation of mind and body.

Yeah, it sucks. But today I soothed my horrible withdrawal with some biting wars. I hope ( Read more... )