In the dark, in the dark you'll find us, making noise to the beat of fashion.

Uber bored. I need to make hair plugs for Hitsugi. Good news, he didn't explode. His piercing holes are perfect. They work fabulously. I am for serious excited to paint him. For serious. I think I may have to use peroxide to change the hair colour. Expect LOTS of pictures of him. I think I'm going to take pictures before I paint him and what-not as well. I haven't found a snake yet. I may need to go to Toys'R'Us to find one. Rawr.

Come alive in the patron saints of medicine; medicine makes friends.

For serious, everyone thinks I'm a senior. Double you tee eff? Colleges send me applications and pamphlets. People at my school think I'm a senior. Random people just start talking to me, asking me about graduation, asking if I'm excited to finally be out of high school. I'll let you know when I get there 'kay? MY OWN SCHOOL sends me papers for things such as 'Senior Portraits'. Explain this to me. Anyone know why? What? Nobody. Damn. Do I look that old? At least I don't look like a freshman.

At the bottom of a wishing well was a secret that we dare not speak out loud.

Today I was keeper of the Balloons. Our teacher took away our time to work on our projects so we could help decorate. She automatically put Jeramiah and me in charge of ballons and streamers. I had so much fun with the balloons. I wouldn't let anyone else have them. Tasha was taking pictures. I swear I wasn't dancing. Kevin walked over to me at one point and asked what I was doing. I responded with 'What does it look like I'm doing? I'm pole-dancing. DUH!' Then we discussed chair dancing and lap dances. It was amusing.

Holding hands in a powerful stare, wearing badges of death to show we care.