it's funny how fast blue eyes fade gray...liar.
soooo classes started up again yesterday...woo :( not really looking foward to all of this but what can ya do? i had art history 2 last night and the prof seemed really nice and all so maybe it wont be that bad...but listening to an old man lecture for 3 hours about anything is gonna get a liiiittle hard to do every week. i had math this afternoon but i couldn't take it anymore lol it was a non-credit class that i really shouldn't have been in...i definetly remember doing some of that stuff in like sophmore year of highschool....but anyways, i re-took the placement test and i placed in credit math with like 20 points to spare so evidentally i was tripping on something the 1st time i took it...but now this means i can graduate in december. which is definetly something i need to do. i still have no idea what i'm going to do after RV...at all. money is a big issue and i can't stand it. i would like to move out on my own or with some people but somewhere other than jersey...but thats just wishful thinking...
i had my drawing 2 class tonight which i was dreading for some reason. but the ppl seem cool in the class and the teacher is gonna give us like 3489384 hours of homework a week but he seems nice...haha. i always dread those classes and then i start drawing and i'm like lalalalalalaaaa. haha funny how that works.
well the parents just woke up for work so i'm being kicked out...peace out..
if I gave you pretty enough words.
could you paint a picture of us that works.
an emphasis on function rather than design.
aren't you tired cause I will carry you, on a broken back
and blown out knees, I have been where you are for a while..
aren't you tired of being weak?
such rage that you could scream all the stars right out of the sky
and destroy the prettiest starry night. every evening that I die.
i am exhumed just a little less human and a lot more bitter and cold.
I am exhumed... just a little less human...
so much more bitter and cold...
after all these images of pain, have cut right thru you,
i will kiss every scar, and weep you are not alone...
then I'll show you that place in my chest where my heart still tries to beat.
aren't you tired of being weak?
such rage that you could scream all the stars right out of the sky
and destroy the prettiest starry night.
every evening that I die
live love burn die