I have not used you since November. I apologize. I don't really have anything to say. I think I might try to start a livejournal revival for myself and actually use it. Too many random people read xanga, this would be a little more private. I could talk about cute boys and stuff without the world knowing! Oh, the possibilities ( Read more... )

So, back in the day at lunch, I took Chelsea's lunch bag and was like "GIVE ME A PENCIL". I then constructed 2 wondrous poems of heartfelt longing. That was a week or two ago. I made another today. I lost one of the poems, sadly. It's pretty silly to think that this entry and my last entry were both lyrics written on a lunch bag with Chelsea. Ah, ( Read more... )

Here is a song I wrote for Summer Stage. You sing it to the Summer Stage Theme Song's tune, you just use my better words. You can sing this all death metalish if you like, or however you seem fits ( Read more... )

Take a dark, depressing room ( Read more... )

*Ahem ( Read more... )

Appliance Betrayal 6th grade ( Read more... )

ARIANAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNAAAAAAAAAAa

...made me this lay out.

Thanks a billion, Maximillion!

*Ahem*

There was once a young lad named Honeysuckle. He didn't wear pants. Once, he ate a robot. The robot was named Robit. His name was Honeysuckle. He didn't wear pants. His mom liked to dance. Her name was Honeysuckle. She didn't wear pants. My uncle used to know her. His name was Honeysuckle. He didn't wear pants. He was gay.

The end.

I've decided to dedicate my LiveJournal to my art. I'll write emo poems about how my life is horrible EXCLUSIVELY for livejournal. I might post some pretty pictures. I might dance naked. I might write Pokemon Fan Fiction. You'll have to wait and see ( Read more... )

I had a dream the techies from summer stage got mad at me for having a drink from Taiwan, so when I walked out of this church that the summer stage stage was in (for some reasong) they had big bags and boxes and a rubber band and were going to squeeze all the air out of me until I exploded. Luckily, Joe Roman saved me.