'Killing me softly with his song.'
Haven't updated in a couple of days. I've been pretty busy XP. I've had friends over, and I've been working on my room.

Yep, my room is COMPLETELY clean. Well, it was, until Amber came over. Then both of us junked it up with the photoshoot. But that's okay, all I need to do is pick up a few things.

And I've got a walk-in closet now! Yay! Me and my mom share it, so now we don't have to go looking in each other's room for clothes. It's so cool.



Yeah, don't I look like I'm ready to kick your ass? I know I do. I'm just too cool.

Yeah, we found my little brother's air gun. It looks SERIOUSLY realistic. So we messed around with it, made it look like we're shooting something. It was great!

Made me feel powerful. XD

I've been addicted to Pat Benatar lately. She's got some real good songs. The 80s was such a cool era.

I was gonna scan that coffee stain I mentioned in my last post (for my website layout), but my dad's computer is messed up. Well, the one with the scanner, atleast. So yeah, I'm shit outta luck for now. :(

"Believe me, believe me, I can't tell ya why, but I'm trapped by your love and I'm chained to your side."

^-- What I'm listening to right now. Good song, good song.

School's starting soon. XP Joy, joy. I don't wanna go back! I mean, it'll be nice to see my friends and all, but once it starts -- it starts. For the next 9 months. Damnit! XP

I like this. Bumming around the house, staying up late. I don't want it to change.

And I'll be taking all advanced classes. So none of my good friends will be in my class. That's gonna suck.

In my Comp class, I hope I get to write some cool report. I so could imagine me writing a report on Travis Bickle, or on Batman and his enemies.

That would be pretty cool. :P

Okay, off to get ready. I'm staying at Erica's tonight. We're gonna watch Kill Bill Vol. 2. Ah, I LOVE that movie! Then, on Thursday, she's staying at my house. Cool, eh?

Ciao!

***
They cry in the dark, so you can?t see their tears
They hide in the light, so you can?t see their fears
Forgive and forget, all the while
Love and pain become one and the same
In the eyes of a wounded child
Because hell
Hell is for children
And you know that their little lives can become such a mess
Hell
Hell is for children
And you shouldn?t have to pay for your love with your bones and your flesh

It?s all so confusing, this brutal abusing
They blacken your eyes, and then apologize
You?re daddy?s good girl, and don?t tell mommy a thing
Be a good little boy, and you?ll get a new toy
Tell grandma you fell off the swing

Because hell
Hell is for children
And you know that their little lives can become such a mess
Hell
Hell is for children
And you shouldn?t have to pay for your love with your bones and your flesh

No, hell is for children

Hell
Hell is for hell
Hell is for hell
Hell is for children

Hell
Hell is for hell
Hell is for hell
Hell is for children

Hell
Hell is for hell
Hell is for hell
Hell is for children

Hell is for children
Hell is for children

-- "Hell is for Children" by Pat Benatar