Warning.

I suggest we learn to love ourselves

before it's made illegal.

When will we learn?

When will we change?

Just in time to see it all come down...

Those left standing will make millions

Writing books on the way it should have been

I cleaned out my cd cabinet in my room today.

Found that Incubus song that I would play repetitively on one of my old mixes.

You don't understand how excited old music makes me.

It's so funny how much I miss and love all this musical craziness.

Since my iTrip broke and I purchased an iTouch that wasn't even compatible too it

(my horoscope told me that night i got home with my iTouch that I was going to make an impulsive buy that i'll later soon regret. ha yeah.)

I need to put my cd player into use so these mixes will be lovely this week.

anywho last Friday my best friend Nikki and I went to the City to go to a Hookah bar

sheesh the City is really cracking down on underage peoplesss going into their bars.

Took us forever to find a place that didn't i.d. me or just didn't give a shit.

but anyway we caught the train in Matawan and it was packed so we had to squeeze in with a woman who was sitting by herself. She had a two torn shoulders so I helped her load her suitcase onto the overhead but there was no way she was lifting that herself. I found out that she actually lived in Brick (same as me) and normally catches the train from Manasquan. She was hysterical and very insightful. We talked about drugs, life, culture, and heritage. Then about a half hour into the conversation she told us she was really good at guessing peoples horoscopes so on the first shot she got mine and Nikkis. She told me from the second I helped her she knew I was a Virgo and that I'm the kinda person who is so a head of everyone else but would give someone the shirt off my back any day. She was right. I love how I can just start up conversation with anyone, not to mention she was meeting her son who is a model so we got to meet hands down the most gorgeous boy that I have ever seen. It was quite a night.

In the words of Forgive Durden

.....................Lifes finally looking up.

One of my old photographs.

My beauty supreme,

Yeah you were right about me. Can I get myself back from underneath this guilt that will crush me? And in the choir I saw our sad messiah; He was bored and tired of my laments. Said,
"I'd die for you one time but never again." Never again. Never again.



Thesethingshappensometimes.

I can dish out, but I can't take it.

I donated blood yesterday
They told me "good job kid you saved three lives today"
Skipped a few classes so I could "rest" but neglected to eat.
But you know me, I'm invincible to any situation and knew I'd be "fine"
I drove home from school, Camel in hand, Radio blowin' out the speakers
Came home to console my aunt who is going through an abrupt and sudden divorce
when all of a sudden everything went blurred
and a minute later I awoke to myself lying on my kitchen floor
and my aunt screaming my sisters name.
I passed out from lack of sugar.
If this happened five minutes earlier when I was driving,
I probably wouldn't be telling you this story today.
Guess I'm not that invincible anymore.

I've been doing a lot of rhyming lately
I am drawn to the lyrical rhythmmmmmm

In these parts I thought we'd never see leaves again.
Windows are being rolled down welcoming the warm breeze with open arms.
Bare arms, white from being hidden from winters cold.
Its the cutting of the red bow, the grand entrance to days that define life here on the shoreline.
Days aren't like they were though.
We move the clocks ahead an hour and days seem like they are flying by.
My youth is like sand running through an hourglass.
Half empty.
Future hanging over our heads and each recent event makes it seem so much closer.
It's here, in a few months we'll walk onto the stage of reality.
We'll throw our hats along with our memories.
We'll say our goodbyes and shed some tears and the next day it will all be cleaned up
and life will go on as if that night never happened.
We'll feel like strangers each time we come home.
So for now we just have to love and let love
before time tramples over us and were just apart of that
"high school story"