Having been bored with my journal, I've decided to make some changes. Most obviously, the journal's title and mood theme have changed; I've decided to base everything off of Johnny Mercer's song, "Dream":

Get in touch with that sundown fellow,
As he tiptoes across the sun.
He's got a million kinds of stardust;
Pick your favorite brand.
And...
Dream ( Read more... )

Tuesday, September 20, 2005. Seventh Period. Last fifty minutes of the day.

The sun is almost completely obscured by the clouds that have been forming all day. The air is brisk-but not cold-and one can almost taste the water in the air ( Read more... )