The gift of memory is an awful curse...
humm. its finally wednesday.
if anyone's bored, go to youtube and search "kiwi". its about a kiwi who nails trees to the side of a cliff, and then he jumps off the side of the cliff to feel like he's flying. but... then he hits the ground. actually, some guy made it for a final at some college. quite interesting, but sad. :( yeah, I'm too lame to figure out how to get it on here.
does anyone else think this is turning into a diary-blog? I could change that.
looking forward to the band fest on the 30th... ooh, I still have to send a note to Mr. Tham... yay for reminders.
I'm in an isketch mood... too bad it doesn't work on this computer. darn school. :P I wonder if any IM will work on here.... hmm.
I'm so odd. I hate my randomness. Actually, I'm not very pleased with anything about myself right now. Except for the fact that I know how to do.... oh, two or three good things with myself. And the fact that I have faith. but that's it.
Anne, that Avatar we watched last night was horrible. I liked it, but my mind got messed up afterwards. grr.
Your Heart Is An Empty Room
Burn it down till the embers smoke on the ground
And start new when your heart is an empty room
With walls of the deepest blue
Home's face: how it ages when you're away
Spring blooms and you find the love that's true
But you don't know what now to do
Cause the chase is all you know
And she stopped running months ago
And all you see is where else you could be when you're at home
Out on the street are so many possibilities to not be alone
The flames and smoke climbed out of every window
And disappeared with everything that you held dear
And you shed not a single tear for the things that you didn't need
'Cause you knew you were finally free
'Cause all you see is where else you could be when you're at home
Out on the street are so many possibilities to not be alone
