It was not That he could not thrive, he was born With everything but the will- That can be deformed, just like a limb. Death was more interesting to him. Life could not get his attention. Ted Hughes may have been...well not her favorite person. But this poem is the closest to truth she has come upon in a long time. Dying Is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well. I do it so it feels like hell. I do it so it feels real. I guess you could say I've a call. Now Sylvia Plath, she was amazing. The night has been interesting. Starting when Amanda and her walked to Starbucks. Danced in front of the rock speakers in front of Vons as they blasted Shania Twain. Walked home, found a claw. Found a shopping cart. She pushed Amanda. Great fun. Came home. Listened to Shania Twain and other bands they used to listen to. Danced in the front yard as cars drove by. Slow danced to "From this Moment" Her mom caught them freaking on Tara. Great fuuun. Zach wanted to hang out. So Lauren waits til her parents get home at around 9. Begs to go to the movies. Gets her way. Meets Zach there. It isn't what she expects. Not much conversation. No kiss. No hand holding. Nothing. He didn't even stay to make sure her mom picked them up. Typical boy. She cannot fucking believe she thought he was different than the rest. Fucking dumbass. Came home and talked to the kid she's waited so long to talk to. Tara sits at her side at this moment flipping through a magazine. Lauren asked to be slapped. Hard. She got the two of them in trouble for a night of boredom. But she'll most likely say tomorrow how she still wants to kiss him. Why can't she get over this boy?! There is nothing special about him. The "hedgehog boy" (Evan- boy she's waited so long to talk to) knew who she was. It was amazing. Nobody ever remembers her. How strange.