It rained today. I love the rain. We stood in a big circle on the bright green field, passing the frisbee to each other through the sheets of rain and the strong wind. Gusts would come up, twirling the yellow and orange leaves on the pavement, and tossing them down on our soaking heads. We laughed, we screamed, we called out to the rain as the thunder called to us. It was good. I loved standing in the middle of the field, face turned up to the pouring rain. Feeling it pour down my arms, my neck, running into my mouth and resting on my eyelashes. Yeah, I am crazy, so what. ... I hate waking up in the mornings. Heres how it goes, 6:35 my alarm clock rings, singing "When the saints come marching in" in that irritating synthetic way. I squint my eyes, grunt, hit the snooze and roll over. This happens maybe three or four times a morning. I finally get out of bed around 7, and pad drowsily to the bathroom. I will not tell you all the goings on in there, but I will say that when I emerge at 7:20 I look like I have gotten more than four hours of sleep. I put my shoes on and go to school... The worst part about waking up in the morning is going to school. To leave the warm, dark blankets that encircle you with their dreams. I hate that. hmm... I sit here, the candles covering me with a sweetly spicy cloud, and I dont think about anything. I just enjoy myself, and thoughts softly tickle my mind. I watch the rain. Yesterday I went to dentists. It was good, he gave me laughing gas the whole time, so I cant really remember anything. The only thing I can remember is that wonderful buzz that filled my entire body, I remember that I wanted it to last forever, I remember the radio singing "kiss me" in the dull backround. And I decided, that if that is what being high is like, then pump me full baby! It is amazing. So maybe... in heavan, if there is a heavan... I will feel like that... lol. I think I will nap now. in the name of heavan