She pours through the doorway/A muddled mass of morning glory/Her clothing/Cloud billows/And dries/Beneath the algae and... --Heroes in the Seaweed

I don't think/we even got through the movie/I don't think/we even got to my room --Grade

Hey everyone!! I haven't been on here in FOREVER!! oh well, if you want to know anything don't hesitate to ask. I live in the middle of nowhere and don't have much to do (seriously we don't even have a movie theater for fear of raucous teenagers) so this is one of the things I do to supplement my boredom. That and building cheerio castles and stuff (Haha I'm such a joker!! ...I have done that though, only once.) If you would like to talk about yoga or guitar or music or anything else not pertaining to this site that's cool too. Also if you want cliched yet funny and lighthearted stories you should check out my friend's profile Chemical Disturbance. However she's got quite the following already and we're suppossed to be having a contest so yeah... Do you think if I pretended to be a guy and put up a pic. of some hot dude more girls would give me reviews and or try to hit on me?? Heck, I should turn that one into a pole

I'm glad to say I've thankfully gotten past my snotty elitist music ways as of late. It's brought me The Clash, which I was highly oppossed to in the past... however I'm still not getting all the hoopla surrounding Dylan