"Let's split me open at the seams And rip out everything inside Make room for these new machines Sew me up, pray that I survive A brand new me, piece by piece. Stay here and watch me bleed Watch me see me, the Brand new me, piece by piece." Quiz Bowl Saturday went well, especially with me being the only member to show up to the whole shabang completely sober. Jess was hung over, Josh was trashed, Pete was dead from the night before. I guess they had a huge party. Even with that setback, we made it into the finals with 335 points, second overall. the first place team had accumulated 450 points in three rounds. It was bloody insane. Cat got back in time for finals, and PK let her take his place since he was sleepy. We ended up getting 230 points -- a team we lost to earlier got 45, and the team that had 450 to get into the finals had -20. HAHAHA!!! First place medal, thou art mine. As is my permanent place upon the roster for QB. After that, I called Car and we hung out at her house and Christmas in the Village. That night made me really happy. I don't know why, but I'm happy when I should be devastated. She isn't my girlfriend, but we hang out and have fun... and all my hope is poured into one phrase: "90-10." Otherwise, things were fun as usual at home. I got home, found that the cold had given me a sinus infectiony thingy that is whacking me right now, and took some moltrin. Hopefully I'll be healed by thursday. So, today I went to Gaylord with mum to do Xmas shopping. It turned out to be fun, though I slept the entire way home. I was exhausted. After all, I went to bed at 1:30, passed out around...um...2:30?...then woke up at 8. I've decided that my hope is my salvation. Paranoia changes everything The Panic has set my smile Can you feel the worry bleeding Through my lips, through the smile? Am I left to be here alone Drive the nail home to my skull Give me something to condone Leave me empty till I'm full Everything is fixing Fear and love are mixing What're the chances of turning When all my bridges are burning? Should I have left you behind On that day when the snow fell? Never think of me and save your mind Welcome to this my personal hell. It's yours too; I see it in your eyes People are crying -- the buildings are falling My father's become sick of my lies I've told him I love you without stalling Everything is fixing Fear and love are mixing What're the chances of turning When all my bridges are turning? Could I jump this pit? Could I have stopped it? Your arms are outstretched for me With some love only we can see. Are my bridges burning? Or am I simply turning Into a man I've never been? Into the love you'd scarcely seen?