WHOSE HOUSE?... RUN'S HOUSE.

Fun quizzes. Good stuff.

Loud trucks driving down the street, however, are not.

Shitty - I forgot what I was going to say tonight. Nothing special or anything. Natch.

I had a great weekend. Friday night was too much fun. Trying to watch Dogma at 1:30am is never a good plan. I don't even know how far into the movie we got. Not so much. I don't think the Elbow Room was a success, but it was an adventure. We're good at adventures.

Mom and Sandy spent Saturday here with me and Cristy. It was fun. I got a new winter jacket. Now it just needs to get cold. But not until I get myself some mittens and a hat! It was so damn warm outside this weekend. I went bike riding on Sunday and realized my front tire was low - went to the gas station to fill it up and realized my tire was fucked up. Had to get a ride home.

Smoooth.

It feels like it should be Thursday tomorrow. What the shit is up with that?

New Poem
Twisted
Dark shadows hide my spirit
And keep my tears concealed
Solitude in this empty room
Echoes on the barren walls
Is this my prison?

Crumpled up tightly in a ball
My head between my knees
I’m blocking out my anger
Squeezing my eyes shut
All I see is you.

I’m awake 57 hours a day
It is better off this way
Your face, it haunts me in my dreams
Your voice is beautiful as it screams
I’m twisted.

I don’t want to leave this room
It’s my prison but it saves me
I’m confined to my world of torment
But I don’t need to let anyone else in.
I locked the door and ate the key.
Nobody can rescue me.

I’m awake 57 hours a day
It is better off this way
Your face, it haunts me in my dreams
Your voice is beautiful as it screams
I’m twisted.

It was inspired by a friend. I'm not sure how I feel about it, as it was written rather hastily - but I'm sticking it up here anyway.

But I should get to my bed. My eyeballs are telling me that I'm a sleepy girl.