random bullshitting
sup world. alex deleon has the cutest puppy ever.
OMG OMG OMG. HIS NAME IS FRANKIE.
phone is still out of commission. trying to write some oli/matt n on it but it may or may not save when the network comes back, so we'll find out within the next couple of days. i'm pretty pissed off about it still, honestly. just listening to music and pretending i don't hate the world.
so homecoming sucked. jimmy kraft won king though so that was chill. he was the only nominee for king who isn't a football player. so i voted for him. hah. some ditzy cheerleader won queen. bitch. anyway. i danced for like an hour with my friends but then a bunch of idiotic boy drama started and i sat in the back watching the video screen for an hour and a half. went home, took my pill, and slept. bleh.
i've decided to do a meme. what's new.
Put your MP3 player on shuffle, and write down the first line of the first twenty songs. Post the poem that results. The first line of the twenty-first is the title.
take your time to find me
trained in the art of devastating
every night i see you standing on the corner
there, there must be an easier way
takin', takin' all of my time
i've watched you from a distance but never spoken a word
so talk yourself up and tear yourself down
your scarlet soaked and bold
i've fought it for a long time low
she's freaky and she knows it
i walk alone, head down, in a pale gray scene
hey there, it's good to see you again
i've been dragging the lake for dead kids while you were sleeping
well i'll wait till you listen, i won't say a word
i picked you out of the crowd and talked to you
i hear you choking on your words again
i tied the devil to the tracks (can you hear the train coming?)
my hands shake, 'cause today i know she's gonna break my heart and
lights out; i still hear the rain
despite what you think i can offer you nothing.
dude, random justin timberlake fucks the whole thing up. weirdly enough that sounds like something i would actually write. sup with all the architects? and every time i die?
OMG OMG OMG. HIS NAME IS FRANKIE.
phone is still out of commission. trying to write some oli/matt n on it but it may or may not save when the network comes back, so we'll find out within the next couple of days. i'm pretty pissed off about it still, honestly. just listening to music and pretending i don't hate the world.
so homecoming sucked. jimmy kraft won king though so that was chill. he was the only nominee for king who isn't a football player. so i voted for him. hah. some ditzy cheerleader won queen. bitch. anyway. i danced for like an hour with my friends but then a bunch of idiotic boy drama started and i sat in the back watching the video screen for an hour and a half. went home, took my pill, and slept. bleh.
i've decided to do a meme. what's new.
Put your MP3 player on shuffle, and write down the first line of the first twenty songs. Post the poem that results. The first line of the twenty-first is the title.
take your time to find me
trained in the art of devastating
every night i see you standing on the corner
there, there must be an easier way
takin', takin' all of my time
i've watched you from a distance but never spoken a word
so talk yourself up and tear yourself down
your scarlet soaked and bold
i've fought it for a long time low
she's freaky and she knows it
i walk alone, head down, in a pale gray scene
hey there, it's good to see you again
i've been dragging the lake for dead kids while you were sleeping
well i'll wait till you listen, i won't say a word
i picked you out of the crowd and talked to you
i hear you choking on your words again
i tied the devil to the tracks (can you hear the train coming?)
my hands shake, 'cause today i know she's gonna break my heart and
lights out; i still hear the rain
despite what you think i can offer you nothing.
dude, random justin timberlake fucks the whole thing up. weirdly enough that sounds like something i would actually write. sup with all the architects? and every time i die?