"AND I CAN SEE THE PERFECT SKY IS TORN...YEAH, I'M ALL OUT OF FAITH, THIS IS HOW I FEELLLLL..." I can take any word and think of a song to go with it instantly. Just ask Becca Allen. To her, I am Song Girl. Or Retch. Never Gretchen though. I don't mind. Actually, now that I think about it...not a lot of people call me by my full name...hm. Kimble does though. I don't remember Kimble ever calling me anything other than Gretchen. Silly girl. I gave her a cookie when I was walking to chemistry. I discovered that Hell and I are ridiculously good at painting bricks. We are All-Time Brick Painting Champions. According to me. We painted the Ugly Organ album cover. I don't know what to do next. I kind of want to do my top left Agenda Suicide picture there, but who knows. We will if we can make it simpler. My back hurts. I decorated a cake for Pascal's, aka John White's, party tomorrow in French. It says "Pascal: il est hyper-cool!" I thought it was funny. Also funny...Mom watched the Clay Aiken Christmas Special tonight. Hahahaha. So weird. I was supposed to have my test for my licesne last Friday. But it got rescheduled because that was the day my dad decided he'd like to be a jackass, apparently. I wrote a song about it. Webber's already made a guitar line for it. "We traveled all miles About a hundred, compiled We went to the school and my house But Daddy was nowhere to be found. 'Where are you?' 'I'm at the DMV.' 'Oh, you forgot to bring me.' 'WHERE ARE YOU?' 'I'm at the DMV.' 'Well, you forgot to bring me.' We had to stop for gas As the hours did pass The sand went through the hourglass But Daddy was still an ass. 'Where are you?' 'I'm at the DMV.' 'Oh, you forgot to bring me.' 'WHERE ARE YOU?' 'I'm at the DMV.' 'Well, you forgot to bring me.' I left about seven messages 'Dad, I don't want to be a pest... but I really need to get to my test, To show that I'm the best.' 'Where are you?' 'I'm at the DMV.' 'Oh, you forgot to bring me.' 'WHERE ARE YOU?' 'I'm at the DMV.' 'Well, you forgot to bring me.' Oooooohhhh Mingo and some other MYL kids might roadtrip to Bangor and crash here and such soon. That'd be wonderfullll. I hope Padric comes, I love that kid somuch. Ugh I don't feel like writing anymore. I feel like sleepingggggg.