I finally found the will to raise my eyes... So, I'm here in graphics class, bored out of my mind. I won't be surprised if I have to get off soon because "people have to study" but we'll see. I know I haven't updated in a few days but between my computer and SitDiary screwing up, it has been difficult. I may be going to a Marilyn Manson concert at the House of Blues Dec. 3, if I'm lucky. I am not getting my hopes up though. I've finally finished the first part of my new fic, and I have a bunch of ideas for others. I just hope I don't get writer's block on the one I'm working on now. In other news, pigs have begun to fly, hell has frozen over, and Adam has posted on the Ask AFI board. In other other news, Spirit Week is over. Thank Bob. Hm. It always seems I have more to say then I do. Oh well. If I think of something else I can always come back and add it later. Besides, Mr. McCluskey is making me do all this dumb crap for him. This Morning-The Cure Nothing left to feel Nothing more to do Nothing left to give Nothing more in you Nothing else to have or hold Nothing left, but time to go Time to go Years go by Didn't really say that much at all And moments just fly Didn't ever really touch at all Weeks always run down Didn't really get that close at all And days, days fall out Didn't ever really know at all And then we're here in a room too clean and too bright She stares at you for an hour You stare into the light for one last hour in the room So mean and so white I stare at her in this room as she stares into the night Nothing left to feel Nothing more to do Nothing left to ask Nothing more of you Nothing else to share or show Nothing left but time to go In his eyes as we turn no eternity of life In his eyes as we turn no infinity of why In his eyes as we turn no beautiful goodbye In his eyes as we turn... NOTHING BUT TEARS In his eyes as we turn... NOTHING BUT TEARS I couldn't understand too much of what was being said, in a matter of minutes,peacefully so slow, I had to think to breath, my heart burst, we moved in silence really slowly away from the world, as we drove a strange silence, that moment, nothing will ever be the same, nothing will ever be the same, nothing will ever be the same Days fall out Weeks always run down Moments just fly Weeks go by And then were here And then we're here in a room too clean and too bright I stare at you for an hour You stare into the light For one last hour in the room so mean and so white You stare at me in this room as I stare into the night Nothing left to feel Nothing more to do Nothing more to take Nothing more from you Nothing else to need or know There's nothing left at all...but time to go ...and the world was weeping