.kimya.

We have AP psych together.

We can all still go together.

Oh ok. I left my phone when i went on vacation. lol. I heard them...and they were...scary.

Oh good. At least I'm not the only one. My spider was slightly bluish. If that's not cool then I don't know what is.

oh yes, haha. i forgot the reason i came to comment you in the first place.

just so you know, ms. bilotta might pull you and i and maybe hallie out of class one day this week to talk about another meeting, or whatever.

oh yeah, and my mom's been bugging me to go talk to the vice principal lady about getting a new club advisor, d'ya think that's a good idea or should we just stick it out with bilotta?

fires burn twenty feet in the air and at her feet, iced with bits of straw and distant stars of embers. the breeze blows gently and they brighten, lighting words in the darkness for all lonely fingertips to taste, swallowing their meaning in sharp gulps, the edges poking around inside. the green blades shoot up from the earth in the spring, hardening by early fall when a girl rolling in a pile of leaves will feel them poking into her back, even through the plaid autumn jacket and layers of crunchy orange leaves. they lay in rows at the side of the road through which we scuff our feet, listening to the chatter in their damp scent, the dryness hiding between their teeth. ribbons tied in bows hide underneath, like a paperdoll in a treehouse; when she climbed her popcicle stick ladder, the world fell away beneath her, giant leaves encasing the air and whispering for her not to cry, that they will carry her like cradles to the land of buttercups where she needs no one but the wind to talk to and will spend her dreams swimming in sticky nectar, feeling the soft sun on her skin. sweetness fills her mouth and gentle fingers take away her eyes, give her new ones so the world is three-dimensional and she is tucked in the flatness of the middle pages, caught in a story that abruptly becomes another until someone notices the mistake, a smeared thumbprint or the torn remnants of paper, and fills in what we didn't want to know. a fist crumples her and the embers come closer, so we can see her for what she really is; a paperdoll, imperfectly cut by an unskilled hand, lost but unforgotten.
flowers grow from her ashes.
it all turns out beautiful in the end.

god fucking damn it. die die die die die asshole. fuck fuck shit fuck death evil fuck.
so.. how was your night?

lol alright, alright...
I guess we'll plan it, then :]

*GASP*
Is it really you????? :]
(sorry for the late reply)
and... uhh....
Jenny's ALWAYS telling me stories about you!!! haha, I can't wait to meet you! Which I totally will, by the way. I just thought you should know. You know... so you don't get scared or anything when I pop out of nowhere. lol.
ttyl!
:D

haha. i might look that up. especially when i start driving.
how many people go?

any topless...is a great topless....and in any sense...being topless is being topless. how much is of no importance to me.

but anyways, ily. and im sorry i didnt get a a chance to see you. i was pretty sick today..

Well, i love being out of school. it fucking sucked. especially since alot of the people there were assholes. But there were good people too so i guess its always gonna be like that. lol Im living with some friends out here in williamsport. we got a whole house to ourselves. i enjoy it. lol