When was the last time I wrote? I dunno.

I'm at school right now. Class hasn't even started yet. I'm really bored. I wish I didn't have school at 1:30. Stephen wanted me to call him then since he doesn't have class but I do. So he said to just call at 4:30. Isaiah and Stephanie might call too and we might have a four-way call. We used to do that with Katie. I haven't talked to her on the phone in forever. I should talk to her more. I'm sensing some animosity between us, probably started by me, unfortunately. I'm pretty sure she's one of the popular people at her school and I'm pretty against the popular crowd. She also got her own car, and a stratocaster.

Needless to say I'm a bit jealous. So I think I was a little cool towards her. Which I feel bad about now....so what if she's popular? She's always been nice to me.

I'm thinking of getting a new layout. I don't know though. Maybe. Maybe not.

So it's Halloween today. Chya. Halloween. I was working at a Haunted House this past month. It ended last Saturday night. I had to take over Rachel's job of slamming the closet door shut and banging my back against the door to make it bang. Then I had to scream and yell "THAT WAY" and stuff. It was pretty fun. People always thought that the exit was through the closet. A few times people would all squish into the closet, piling in one after the other, trying to get away from Sonia crawling on the floor, before I could slam it shut.

Once when a group of about 5 girls did that I shut the door on them. That was awesome. They were in there for about 10 seconds before they came out, realizing it wasn't the exit, and when they came out, Alex scared the shit out of them. It was pretty awesome.

i'm looking at another day to find that i've got nothing to say,
or i'm looking for another way to process what happened on that birthday,
and either way, if you're gonna call it art,
then there's a cup in front of you and right away.
if you're gonna play your part, you must drink it down.
but mind eyes have seen the glory
of the fields of flowers and factory floors,
and my mind's content to lie at rest for hours
behind my loved ones' doors and if there's a war,
another shitty war to fight for babylon,
then it's the perfect storm in a tea cup,
but you must drink it down.
and what do you make of the nights
when you thought you'd make much more
than being too drunk to turn the lights out
and too tired to drink more?
and what does it take to not hear the cynics at your door saying
"it's time the turn the lights out, and you'll want to keep it down!"
so i'm lifting up that poison cup to drink a draught of propoganda,
or i'm giving up that other stuff in hopes that it will make me madder.
but either way, if you're gonna call it art,
then there's a cup in front of you and right away,
if you're gonna play your part,
you must drink it down.
and what do you make of nights
when you thought you'd make much more
than being too drunk to turn the lights out
and too tired to drink more?
and what does it take to not hear the cynics at your door saying
"it's time the turn the lights out, and you'll want to keep it down!"
and what does it say of all the things you've said before,
when you're too drunk to turn the lights out
and too tired to drink more?
and what do you save, and what does it feel like to be saved?
and can you "pull - 2 - 3 - 4! pull - 2 - 3 - 4!"
can you drink it down?

Ted Leo and the Pharmacists
The High Party