Well, my sister is back from Arizona. I guess all good things must come to an end. She brought me back a The Nightmare Before Christmas 2005 calendar and many stories of Smedley, my dad's bird. He is the smartest bird eva. Really. I'd tell you all he can do, but I just don't feel like it. My dad also called today, and he wouldn't stop talking. I may be going out there for spring break. I hope he is prepared for me. Because I know he will be ignorant and annoying, and I'm not going to take it. I will hold nothing back. Anyway, yesterday I painted some tiles at the ceramic place. Art and the Nephilim. I hope they come out well. The colors are a bit off, but I had to make do with what was available. While I was eating lunch in Southern Pines someone complimented my AFI shirt. I smiled for a while after that. School tomorrow, unfortunately. I still miss Attila. I know I always will. I just wish this pain would fade... The Drowning Man-The Cure She stands twelve feet above the flood She stares Alone Across the water The loneliness grows and slowly Fills her frozen body Sliding downwards One by one her senses die The memories fade And leave her eyes Still seeing worlds that never were And one by one the bright birds leave her... Starting at the violent sound She tries to turn But final Noiseless Slips and strikes her soft dark head The water bows Receives her And drowns her at its ease... I would have left the world all bleeding Could I only help you love The fleeting shapes So many years ago So young and beautiful and brave Everything was true It couldn't be a story... I wish it was all true I wish it couldn't be a story The words all left me Lifeless Hoping Breathing like the drowning man Oh Fucshia! You leave me Breathing like the drowning man Breathing like the drowning man