Giving it up.

Your sword's grown old and rusty,
burnt beneath the rising sun.
It's locked up like a trophy,
forgetting all the things it's done.

And though it's been a long time,
you're right back where you started from.

Oy.

People hatin' on people, who hate people.


I bet you think we didn’t know
Didn’t even see the tides change
But it’s a small, small world, girl
Getting even smaller every day

Books and Crooks

"Henry had written a novel because there was a hole in him that needed filling, a question that needed answering, a patch of canvas that needed painting- that blend of anxiety, curiosity and joy that is at the origin of art- and he had filled the hole, answered the question, splashed colour on the canvas, all done for himself, because he had to." -Yann Martel, Beatrice and Virgil

Stress.

I dreamed last night that my teeth were falling out.
Awesome.

It's just the thought of you in love with someone else.
It breaks my heart to see you hangin' from your shelf.
Oh girl, when I'm in love with you,
Keep fishin' if you feel it's true.
There's nothing much that we could do to save you from yourself.

ah,

I was going to write paragraphs about my theater teacher having her baby and how life is so inspiring, etc. but I am honestly too tired and too worried about the facts that;
a) I need a roommate.
b) Our advanced theater showcase is on Thursday which I have to make happen due to the fact that I'm directing our class one act, and the fact that OUR THEATER TEACHER JUST HAD A BABY.
c) Our awards show for the theater department is on Friday. Which I also have to make happen. See above.
d) the AP Lit exam is on thursday.
I need a roommate.
I can't deal with not knowing where/with whom I'm living next year.
I like certainty.