The figure on the bed, all dressed up in roses, calling...beckoning to sleep...offering a dream. Days until I depart for my father's house: Twelve days Not that the thing above is a good thing to occur, it gives me the awareness of how short that time is, the only benefit of that trip is spending time with Laura, even going with her to Temple[college, NOT worship place], where she attends. --- The great day of Tuesday has arrived and tomorrow I will not be going to school as block scheduling has arrived for this week due to the juniors taking the graduation test, in which you must pass all the sections to graduate high school which inhales greatly and I still fail to see the point how a test can tell you if you are good enough or not to finally escape the place called high school. I must take those tests next year, then will come the time for myself to go even more insane with all the tests as I tend to do horribly on those standarnized test things. Something about them just makes me go blank or mess up horribly and even the simple answers I no longer know. Just another problem, of the many at school and elsewhere, I must experience. On a good side - I get to go to three shows of local bands right after school tomorrow and included in them is the sexy guitar player who I cannot help but stare at, not that anything besides staring will come out of it. -sigh- But I really should not complain, for it is unbelievable my mom even allowed me to go as I was supposed to be going to John's ceremony thing for Beta Club and show him my "support." Courtny got kicked out of her house on Sunday night so she is now living at our house for the rest of the week until her aunt finally lets her stay at her house or her parents accept her back into their home. We are going to be going to Adrian's house every night if you know what I mean. ^_~ When you tell someone that you cannot sleep, and they ask you why - what exactly is your answer supposed to be to that? I mean, if you think about it if someone knew why they could not sleep then they could get past that and find the sleep which is required. Why in bloody hell would someone ask you that, then? Or is that another concept I fail to see. As I got scolded for being online at 2 on Saturday night and I said I could not sleep to my mother and I got back online and all she asked was 'Why can't you sleep?' Do you think I have a bloody idea? NO! Or I would have found that peaceful stage of the night called dreaming, which comes when sleeping. Grr, stupid stupid stupid. Or maybe I am the stupid one? May you always think even if nothing is to come out of it. -_- The teenage death boys, the teenage death girls...and everyone was dancing. Nothing could touch us then.