yeccch. THREE DAYS! IM HAVING WITHDRAWL!!! AGGHHH! i despise cold. when i grow up the snow will have to chase me. its getting on my nerves how im waiting for everything to happen. i should just take it now. or something... SO BORED! since i shall be spazzing internally all today, unable to sleep later, and thinking farrr too much in my lonesomeness... and while today would be an excellent opportunity to hang out with some people who live kinda close that i could walk to without dying of cold or anything... a random favorite first stanza: The wind was a torrent of darkness among the dusky trees, The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas, The road was a ribbon of moonlight looping the purple moor, And the highwayman came riding-- riding--riding-- And the highwayman came riding, up to the old inn door.