Your mom sucks my dick.

I just thought that would be an absoloutely wonderful opening line... dig it?

Here's some lyrics:   "Your Call" by SECONDHAND SERENADE

Waiting for your call, I'm sick, call I'm angry
Call I'm desperate for your voice
Listening to the song we used to sing
In the car, do you remember
Butterfly, Early Summer
It's playing on repeat, Just like when we would meet
Like when we would meet

Cause I was born to tell you I love you
And I am torn to do what I have to, to make you mine
Stay with me tonight

Stripped and pollished, I am new, I am fresh
I am feeling so ambitious, you and me, flesh to flesh
Cause every breath that you will take
When you are sitting next to me
Will bring life into my deepest hopes, What's your fantasy?
(What's your, what's your...)

Cause I was born to tell you I love you
And I am torn to do what I have to, to make you mine
Stay with me tonight

And I'm tired of being all alone, and this solitary moment makes me want to come back home
[X4]
(I know everything you wanted isn't anything you have)

Cause I was born to tell you I love you
And I am torn to do what I have to, to make you mine
Stay with me tonight

Cause I was born to tell you I love you
And I am torn to do what I have to, to make you mine
Stay with me tonight
(I know everything you wanted isn't anything you have)



So I'm sick of Krista, anyone else? She keeps bragging about her jailed, pot head, 21-year-old friends. SHUT UP!  She's gonna get raped... I hope her German survives, poor Caroline. 

Damn I'm tired, and lonely, and depressed.

Good thing I can always call brandon.


.................


I have no idea what to say.

I bet the Germans think we're freaks, especially since that fight happened their first day of American School. Wow, nice job Masuk...

Anyways, I've been having some ideas for music lately, you know... its joggin' in my noggin'. But I've been sort of upset over nothing lately, maybe its just in spite of myself. I would go into more depth but thats for my DA journal, and only brittany and her sister are aloud to read that, and other people I know on devart. I guess once I get more comfortable with this I'll get into more detail about whats going on. Then you'll all be able to see what an emotional wreck I really am. Also, I've had an interesting hunk of muse lately, just for everything artsy that I do (music, photography, literature.) I've been trying to use it the best way I can, but my life doesn't like to give me the time.

Brenda and Bilie got in a fight today, poor Brandon is in the middle of it... I feel bad, they are both going to get mad at him and stuffies.

Jeez, what a day, I had pool with Billy Kenny today, fun I know. I'm on the phone with brandon now and he's saying "That son of a bitch!" Because Billy Kenny claimed that he was unable to talk because of "Larengetis", even though he was talking in Pool today, what a douche. That kid is such a priss... and he switches sexualities like they're fads. Pathetic.

I'm shouting out to brandon because we're both writing our journals and I know he's going to be the first one to read this so, hears to you Brandon:

(YAY FOR MY FIRST ENTRY)