Wouldn't it be weird if when I went to go sign in on my account for blogger or something if I like typoed? and that, when I typoed, I accedentaly signed on someone else's blog? Sure, the chances of that are like, 0, but still, it would be cool.

As ususal, it is only 8:41 PM, but I am exhausted- I blame it on last night's lack of sleep. I went to bed at 2:30ish, after watching several episodes of Trading Spaces: Home Free (quite competitive, those scary gay men) (also, I noticed the colors were purple vs. yellow- is there some sort of subliminal message behind that...?) and for no reason what so ever woke up around 8:30 AM. I have no idea what possesed my mind...except obviously not sleep.

Haha, sometimes I am a loser. No, most of the time. Elizabeth doesn't help cure me of my loserness very well.

Mother is force-feeding me strawberry pie. I am going to be fat- all those stupid cookies (even though I didnt eat half as much as some people)

what song is in my head today? you ask? well, its:

I remember when the days were long,
And the nights when the living room was on the lawn.
Constant quarreling, the childish fits, and our clothes in a pile on the ottoman.
All the slander and double-speak
Were only foolish attempts to show you did not mean
Anything but the blatant proof was your lips touching mine in the photobooth.

And as the summer's ending,
The cool air will put your hard heart away.
You were so condescending...
And this is all that's left:
Scraping paper to document.
I've packed a change of clothes and it's time to move on.

Cup your mouth to compress the sound,
Skinny dipping with the kids from a nearby town.
And everything that I said was true,
As the flashes blinded us in the photobooth.
Well, I lost track, and then those words were said.
You took the wheel and you steered us into my bed.
Soon we woke and I walked you home,
And it was pretty clear that it was hardly love.

And as the summer's ending,
The cool air will rush your hard heart away.
You were so condescending.
And this is all that's left:
Scraping paper to document.
I've packed a change of clothes and it's time to move on.

And as the summer's ending,
The cool air will rush your hard heart away.
You were so condescending,
As the alcohol drained the days.

And as the summer's ending,
The cool air will rush your hard heart away.
You were so condescending.
And this is all that's left:
The empty bottles, spent cigarettes.
So pack a change of clothes, 'cause it's time to move on.



I should go. It's late....in like, Europe...

yo ho
yo ho
a (sleepy, what else is new?) pirate's life for
~me