Mood:
spaceyNow Playing: "Shape of my Heart" by Sting
Another Monday. XP
Ok, so I go to school today wearing this real cute outfit. The under-shirt is a brown and blue bustier. And I wore a mesh long sleeve shirt underneath it. So I get to school and a narc (The given title to the people that hawk around the grounds) pulls me into the office. She sends me to the principal, who says my shirt is inappropriate. And, keep in mind that I waited in the office for about 45 damn minutes! (Although, after 15, I pulled out a Batman comic and whistled from boredom. Don't think the narc liked that too much ^^ ).
So the principal calls up my mom, and tells her to bring me a new shirt. Mom says she can't, and that she'll just pick me up. (
It was fun. Better than school.
Damn office people. They're all hags in that office. Seriously!
I honestly didn't think the shirt was that bad. It's not like I wore the bustier on it's own (which I'd never do).
Ah, fuck em. (< To quote the illustrious Mr. Blonde)
Also, in first hour, all the Sophmores had an assembly about our class rings. I sat through that whole thing thinking "Mom and Dad aren't gonna get me one. I dunno why I'm even listening. :( "
But, once I got home, Dad said I'll get one my Senior year. Then, once Dad was gone, Mom informed me that I'll get one by the end of this year. Yay! :D
No cool poetry today. Sorry. Been busy.
Ok, not really. I've been lazy. And preoccupied.
By the way, I watched Hannibal. Good movie. Then I ate lasagna. :-\
Ya know what I had on my mind while I was taking a big bite of that lasagna? "The lasagna is all squiggly... it looks like Ray Liotta's brain..." Oddly enough, I still ate it. O.O
I liked Silence of the Lambs better. But whatever. It's still good. Now I've gotta watch Red Dragon. I'm gonna try and get to that sometime this week.
Might be going walking with Erica tomorrow. That'll be fun!
I have an urge to watch Leon. But Erica has it. :(
Ok, gotta get going! I have things to do for school tomorrow! Ciao!
Yay for skipping school! And stupid dress codes! XD
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He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn?t play for the money he wins
He doesn?t play for the respect
He deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of probable outcome
The numbers lead a dance
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that?s not the shape of my heart
He may play the jack of diamonds
He may lay the queen of spades
He may conceal a king in his hand
While the memory of it fades
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that?s not the shape of my heart
That?s not the shape, the shape of my heart
And if I told you that I loved you
You?d maybe think there?s something wrong
I?m not a man of too many faces
The mask I wear is one
Those who speak know nothing
And find out to their cost
Like those who curse their luck in too many places
And those who smile are lost
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that?s not the shape of my heart
That?s not the shape of my heart