"life's tough...get a helmet" Slacking on my writing in this thing...just haven't had the time...just got back from "vacation" (if that counts walking 20 miles in 90 degree weather)...it pretty much sucked...didn't really like anyone THAT much and missed my friends big-time...i read other people's diaries and wonder why mine isn't as interesting...then i realize that my life isn't too exciting...i also realize that i'll be single until at least college--but only because the boys up here suck ball sack... the summer has officially begun and already i'm stressing out...yes, *sTrEsSeD*. unlike every other freaking teenager, i have many things to worry about during these summer months....first, i need to find some sort of job so i have some money to survive my Senior year; 2nd, i need to spend the summer at my school at band practice, on top of making up all the flag routines that goes with it -by myself. thank God i have a vacation in Vegas coming up... Fourth of July. Las Vegas. what else can i say? the bad thing--it's with the fam...every year my familia goes on a trip and this year it's to Vegas and we're leaving on the 4th...this excites me because of the fireworks that will be wickedly awesome at night...the only obstacle now is letting my parents let me out of the hotel...that's all for now...i'm getting bored of this and must watch some television... Cross Out The Eyes Thursday Let’s call this the quiet city: Where screams are felt as a wave of stoplights Drive through the streets as gunshots punctuate the night The sides we take divide us from our faith And the mourning dove gets caught in the telephone wire Asleep you set the fire in your own house And the night was a knife that cut And I’m paralyzed Cross out the eyes Blur all the lines Tearing this canvas from the wall We crossed out the eyes Put lines through these cries We pulled all the leaves from the trees that fall A silent dance that we did into this hospital bed Hear voices from another room "It happens all the time" But July in the sand Then the leaves that fall And counting down our days to live.... Drain the blood from this valentine. "We can rise on the wings of the dove See blue skies getting caught in the trail of all this smoke We can rise like candles in the dark your always" and an envelope marked with your new address It was the first time face to face I’m crossing the line Talking to the other side of death Hearing the words that choke memories into flatlines I’m calling your name hoping for something to wash these dreams of you away Our fence was blown down in a winter storm and this field stretched out of this world into the sound of a trace of blood in a love song What can we do to put a stop to the coming white days I’m hoping the snow will push these dreams of you away r0cking out of here m/ ~jean