song of the Moment
I Love This Song and I love someone else to but no one needs to know about that at this moment

If you want to destroy my sweater
Hold this thread as I walk away
Watch me unravel, I'll soon be naked
Lying on the floor (lying on the floor)
I've come undone

If you want to destroy my sweater
Hold this thread as I walk away (as I walk away)
Watch me unravel, I'll soon be naked
Lying on the floor (lying on the floor)
I've come undone

I don't want to destroy your tank-top
Let's be friends and just walk away
It's good to see you lying there in your Superman skivvies
Lying on the floor (lying on the floor)
I've come undone

Ice Weasels are kick-ass
Now Playing: The Killers, Snow Patrol
"Love is a snowmobile racing down the tundra, when suddenly it flips over and pins you underneath. At night the ice weasels come out."
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I think this is the methaphor for my life, I'm at the part when the ice weasels have come out.
Laura you know what I am talking about.

Life On The Bayou
Now Playing: Vote For Change Concert-Dave Mathews, Jimmy Eat World-Pain
Here is a descriptive writing story I made for Language Arts.
NOTE: YOU NEED TO PRETEND YOU ARE FROM THE SOUTH AND LIVE IN LOUISIANA
Barbara-Jeans husband, Frank had gone fishing in the swamp with his drinking buddies. It was a dark and stormy October night and just as Barbara-Jean put down her enticing romance novel she heard a gunshot outside of her trailer park home. Barbara-Jean peeked out of the window and saw a figure looming in the shadows.
That figure was none other that the town drunk, Billy-Ray Smith. Billy-Ray was a pleasantly plump man in his late 40's. Billy-Ray sported a greasy mullet and a fast growing beer belly. Billy-Ray was dressed in his deer huntin' attire and he also had a raccoon skin cap on his head. Even from the inside of her trailer Barbara-Jean could smell the pungent odor of the bayou.
Barbara-Jean quickly grabbed the metal baseball bat she used to discipline her children when necessary. Billy-Ray pounded on the door, and Barbara-Jean scooted away to the farthest corner of her mobile home. Billy-Ray made his way into the trailer and with the force of a thousand suns Barbara-Jean let out a holler and bashed Billy-Ray's head in with her baseball bat. Barbara-Jean desposed of Billy-Rays body and quietly returned to her romance novel.
NOTE: I ALSO HAVE TO READ THIS IN FRONT OF THE CLASS

our corupt school system
Now Playing: Green Day, American Idiot
School is supposedly a safe heaven for kids where they can be safe and feel comfortable. At public school we are not supposed to feel influenced by our teachers with things such as religion.
Here is where I got an idea for this entry:
I have a math teacher who is as dumb as a rock and so boring you want to crawl into a corner and rock back and forth, but besides that fact she is so religious it sickens me. The lady has religious scriptures on little plaques, a bible on her desk, and has "Have a Blessed day, God love's you (The loves is a little heart) written on her whiteboard.
She even gets mad at me for answering the questions or getting done with my homework because the rest of my class is filled with idiots. Guess what we have been studying for 2 weeks in 8th grade math, area and perimeter, I know, it's oh-so hard!