I'm so sick of SitDiary right now. I tried updating yesterday, but my entry was gobbled up. Grr. I don't even remember what I said. Does it matter, really, anyway? Do any of you care? I didn't think so. But anyway, I ordered my signed Deady figure today. So on my birthday I will have a Deady the Malevolent Teddy figurine signed to me by Voltaire!! Be jealous! If you con't know who Voltaire is, you are missing out. He does it all! He created the "Oh my Goth!" comics, the "Deady the Malevolent Teddy" book and toys, the "What is Goth?" coffee table book, the web animated scifi show "Chi-chian" and my personal favorite, MUSIC! Really people. Check him out. He plays like...I guess it could be called gothy folky music, but it rocks. Really, he's great. Not to mention sexy. And he talks to his fans and stuff cause he isn't too well-known, so he can do that. VOLTAIRE!! Okay, moving on. My Lest We Forget CD/DVD is here. The (s)AINT video was pretty neat, though it made me feel like I needed a shower once I was finished watching it. I am trying to write a few stories and fan fics at once, along with reading the Dark Tower series, but with all the damn schoolwork I have I don't really have time. Which reminds me, I should be working on homework now, but who would want to work on homework when they could be updating a internet diary? In other news, people in my first block need to quit stealing my pencils. Every day I lose a pencil to school supply theft. I have a plan though. I am going to leave a pencil on the table as bait. Then I will disguise myself as a chair and wait for that little thief to take the pencil. Then I will cast aside my v. v. convincing chair costume, pull out my chrome .45 and shoot that motherfucker. That should solve the problem. I just hope no one sits on me. Am I Wrong?-Brand New Well I talk, Too much To myself And I turn my back on my faith It's like glass When we break I wish no one in my place And I've seen You don't need their scenes When the cut goes in deep And I'm lost in sleep I can't stay In this place I can't stand When the room turns round On my fate You give no guarantees There's no promise I can keep I can't stand I can't see my way I feel blind On my feet I can't stay too long Am I wrong? Goodbye, lay the blame on luck Goodbye, lay the blame on luck Goodbye, lay the blame on luck Goodbye, lay the blame on luck I'm so tired Of my mood And sleep comes With a knife, fork and a spoon You're so pale In your face You let life get in your way And I've seen You don't need their scenes When the cut goes in deep And I'm lost in sleep Am I wrong? Goodbye, lay the blame on luck Goodbye, lay the blame on luck Goodbye, lay the blame on luck Goodbye, lay the blame on luck