They come and go as if they're someone else's days
No one wants to sit next to me in the computer lab -- maybe because I have my hood up, have been sneering at the computer screen while I carve violent sayings into the desk and paint them with sacrificial blood. Oh well, it happens.
What is the world coming to?
. . . . string and nonsense! I always think this. Yes, always.
Soon I'll go to sleep, and I will sleep and sleep and sleep until I dream -- and when I am dreaming I will know I am living, and then I will find out that everything is going to be okay (I was listening to the last song on The Killer's Hot Fuss album, and I realized that I liked it most of all for its reassuring nature). I feel like I did in that one dream that I had, where I was walking with an umbrella in the green pastures of Harvard University and every time I jumped I flew a little before my feet returned to ground themselves once more. Later I wanted only to reach the bus stop on the other side of the street, but at that moment, I was all peace within and not caring where I was so long as it was green and misty.
My classes are going well, even though I am set in my heretic and havoc ways. There is no escape! So I decorate the tower and sing myself into a dreaming fit. What? Garrotes are not for smiling!
I went to the corn maze last night with Amanda and Rachelion and Amanda's sisters. It was exciting, but most of the fun was of a quieter sort, when I was thinking of it. I have a baby pumpkin that I saved from mass destruction, and I am going to watch Anne of Green Gables and relive the hay ride. Rock on! Then I'll listen to some Death Cab, and the ever enchanting Sir Elliott Smith, and consider what brick towers are meant for. That's what I'm gonna DO -- bristling good!
I am jazzed about Halloween -- I might be a unicorn, or maybe Marlon Brando. Ta da!
What is the world coming to?
. . . . string and nonsense! I always think this. Yes, always.
Soon I'll go to sleep, and I will sleep and sleep and sleep until I dream -- and when I am dreaming I will know I am living, and then I will find out that everything is going to be okay (I was listening to the last song on The Killer's Hot Fuss album, and I realized that I liked it most of all for its reassuring nature). I feel like I did in that one dream that I had, where I was walking with an umbrella in the green pastures of Harvard University and every time I jumped I flew a little before my feet returned to ground themselves once more. Later I wanted only to reach the bus stop on the other side of the street, but at that moment, I was all peace within and not caring where I was so long as it was green and misty.
My classes are going well, even though I am set in my heretic and havoc ways. There is no escape! So I decorate the tower and sing myself into a dreaming fit. What? Garrotes are not for smiling!
I went to the corn maze last night with Amanda and Rachelion and Amanda's sisters. It was exciting, but most of the fun was of a quieter sort, when I was thinking of it. I have a baby pumpkin that I saved from mass destruction, and I am going to watch Anne of Green Gables and relive the hay ride. Rock on! Then I'll listen to some Death Cab, and the ever enchanting Sir Elliott Smith, and consider what brick towers are meant for. That's what I'm gonna DO -- bristling good!
I am jazzed about Halloween -- I might be a unicorn, or maybe Marlon Brando. Ta da!