i will add some new songs today. but first you have to read my entry. bwah ahahaha.. in case you didn't read caitlin's entry today, which you would be stupid if you didn't, i'll spell out what happened today. and caitlin's diary is swingline53.diaryland.com. because you're dumb. lol.

this morning on the bus, my backpack weighed so much and when the bus driver made a sharp turn, gravity did it's job and almost took matt's leg off. it was really funny. is it me, or was matt looking really good today? hmm. before he got off the bus this afternoon he said he had something to tell me tomorrow. so maybe we'll see. it's probably something dumb, because he always has dumb (and funny) to say.

along to the next guy that i like. julie and i noticed that "S" looks like osama bin laden, if osama bin laden did not have a beard. this is because mr. sparling has a big picture of bin laden in his room with a target in between the eyes. that could be offending to some people, i think, oh well. and mr. witgen's new hairstyle makes him look gay. but he's still hot.

today in 6th hour , mr. c must have been in a good mood. i was "testing" him, sitting next to caitlin and seeing if he would make me move, and he actually let me stay there, if we were quiet. and yes, it was the hardest thing i have ever done. lol. i don't know how many times i said "shut the hell up, dumbass" or "listen, fungus face, nobody cares about what you have to say" to that infection named ben. and isnt it ironic that his last name is "barfell". eeww. raquel would laugh everytime i said something, because i think mr. c never heard me. lol. today rachel and raquel made a picture of me high. its really funny, i look like i'm doing the evil eye from the new guy. lol. that rhymed.

softball was fun today, i guess, erica gets on my nerves, because she has to be perfect all the time. so i made her feel small by telling her that she was catching the ball at first wrong. which in reality, she was. i know this stuff. lol.

-goofus

oops. i forgot my songs. lol.

your hopeless suffocation and the delightful condensation from your breath on my skin

My secret arbritation from your messy segregation makes me grin, its a sin

Follow me randomly across a sea of white foam

Make me feel like Jesus all the way across the telephone

Your lips are smothered with chapstick

licking them side by side

Your nose, you say its ugly

i think its just fine

Your eyes look so doubtful

but i'd go through hell for you

Your hopefull suffocation and the relentless condensation on my mouth

My horror arbitration from you memory subsides in my subconscious oo..

Your lips are smothered in chapstick

licking them side by side

your nose, you say its ugly

i think that its just fun

your eyes look so doubtful

and i'd go through hell for you

when i said i'd go through hell for you

i meant that i'd do anything for you

now the hurt subsides within my soul..

Your lips are smothered in chapstick

licking them side by side

your nose, you say its ugly

i think that its just fun

your eyes look so doubtful

and i'd go through hell for you

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my sweetness in the pasture within

is rented from the grocery store

on hollywood and vine

many think that i'm just white trash

and rented for the night

on hollywood and vine

many know that i'm not selfish

acting like i'm the only one

but times i feel like i'm ignored

and i taste the taste of envy in my mouth

it's not hard to see why you're being just like me

it's a easy equation to explain

it's raining on me and i'm not quite happy

so why are you nervous like you are

it's a pleasure to see you like you are

baby, baby, sweep me away into the stars

my hurtful goodbyes i try to keep them away inside

but they have to come out eventually

my tasteful regret it seems that i make it into dreams

i fail but i try again

its not hard to see why you're being just like me

its an easy equation to explain

its raining on me and i'm not quite happy

so why are you nervous like you are

it's a pleasure to see you like you are

baby, baby, sweep me away into the stars

my everything my own sweet dream

my fear and my doubt

my tears and my hope

you're so much to me

why can't you see

it's not hard to see why you're being just like me

its an easy equation to explain

its raining on me and i'm not quite happy

so why why are you nervous like you are

its a pleasure to see you like you are

baby, baby sweep me away into the stars

Posted by YOUR NAME @ 8:23 p.m.

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