Less and less frequent entries......ah......so to start things off....here's a poem.... the crackling of the charred and blackened hair on my head smells of oils and burning flesh from my scalp long and unruly are the long curls, now matted and full of dirt....... prisoner of my eyes brimming with tears, which course down my face, stinging the spoiled and blistered skin....twisted like the many hurricanes on Jupiter the smell of charcoal and drying blood fill my nostrils as i scramble around inside the previously blazing bathroom.... ....the phoenix rose......and burned away the room with it...... .....it isn't wise to play with matches .....it is even less wise to set one's head on fire...... Elio.... try reading it to the end without smiling once....just try. HEHEHEH.......so today was okay.......long....tiring....but okay.......i felt a little sad though cause i miss my girlfriend........i wonder......is it better thta we aren't in the same school? If we were always together, it would be too muhc maybe, or we'd be less independant and only stick together....but also...sometimes you just want to see them.....well.....now that i wrote about something remotely normal...i have to shock you all.... I KINDA LIKE A FALL OUT BOY SONG..... no idea which one....but it's on my friend ali's myspace profile.....something about kerosine and "you look so good in blue".....but it's not amazing......juts okay......... i had a bad guitar lesson last night.....wasn't fun....meh.....it was actually my inspiration for writing that poem up there / | | | my that's a phalic arrow......... in any case......... goodbye Elio.