Psychology Release time English History Tech School... is tommorow. Tommorow is in one hour. painted eyes and bloody lips moonlit ashen faces ivory teeth and icy skin living in dark places ... Thats my vampire poem. I want to be a vampire. My mom is going to dress me up for school tommorow. I feel like I am preparing for my first day of kindergarten. Yes mom, ok mom, yes mom that looks nice. These are my words as she pours through my closet, finding an appropriate outfit amongst the plithera of tank tops and jeans. I behave, like a sad rag doll, waiting to be dressed up. However it is my mothers tradition to poof my hair and squeeze me into frilly clothing that I am not entirely comfortable in. "The cool factor". That was her exact phrase as she rambled on about how this goes with this and would look just fabulous with this. Tonight she set out a knee-high black dress, to be worn over pants, loop earrings with golden bells on them, a necklace with very large golden balls on them, and a matching bracelet. She kept trying to get me to wear high-heels but I argued untill she let me wear my black sneakers, though she was not very happy about it. And this outfit had "the cool factor" written all over it apperently. It is "the style these days" and I looked "just darling" when I tried it on. Mothers are for embarassment. ... falling with the drifting ashes down to the blackened world oh so tender, oh so frail dissolving edges gently curl *cough* Another random poem. I will now rest my head on my feather pillow, and wait for him to call. I dont want to wake tommorow. in the name of... ... waking