So, I left school early today because I felt like crap. And now I'm home alone listening to music and writing in this diary. Last night was quite fun; I danced like a maniac to the 80's music on vh1 classic. Good times. I'm really sick of going to school. I just hate it. However I am making a Bright Eyes shirt in graphics with Conor Oberst on the front and lyrics on the back. I don't know what lyrics yet but I'll figure it out sooner or later. Also, my livejournal will soon be beautiful thanks to my lj friend Drusilla, courtesy of her graphics journal, jaded_designs. I'm so happy. I designed the background myself but it had to be redone because my computer is an asswipe. You will see it whenever she is done. Hm...what else? Oh yes, for an English assignment we had to read a biography and talk to the class as if we were the person we read about. I chose Oscar Wilde,(Poe and Dickinson were taken) and needless to say the entire class freaked out when it dawned on them that "I" was a homosexual. Quite entertaining. The girl who was Emily Dickinson had brought the poem "Because I Could Not Stop for Death" which according to her was 'gay.' When asked why she thought it was 'gay' she said "it's gay because I don't understand it." That should give you some idea of the type of people I deal with every day. I was rather mad because I actually like Emily Dickinson's poetry, and if she didn't even like Dickinson, why couldn't she have left her for someone who did? I could have done a great job with that; Emily and I have a lot in common. Oh well, life is unfair and people are stupid. My first AP issue hasn't come yet, and I subscribed in August. I hope I get mine by the next issue, or I am going to start getting worried. I think I may write a private entry soon, along with a edited version that everyone will be able to read. So expect an emotional and angsty entry sometime in the future. And maybe if you're lucky someday I will post some poems. Bud don't count on it, I don't even let my best friends read it. Anyway, that's all the mindless dithering I have for you at the moment, I hope it was a smidgen more interesting than counting ceiling tiles. Asleep-The Smiths Sing me to sleep Sing me to sleep I’m tired and i I want to go to bed Sing me to sleep Sing me to sleep And then leave me alone Don’t try to wake me in the morning ’cause I will be gone Don’t feel bad for me I want you to know Deep in the cell of my heart I will feel so glad to go Sing me to sleep Sing me to sleep I don’t want to wake up On my own anymore Sing to me Sing to me I don’t want to wake up On my own anymore Don’t feel bad for me I want you to know Deep in the cell of my heart I really want to go There is another world There is a better world Well, there must be Well, there must be Well, there must be Well, there must be Well ... Bye bye Bye bye Bye ...