Sickness gives people the most disgusting cough. It sounds like Kathie is coughing up her organs. It really isn’t a pleasant sound. Now it’s been a few days since I’ve posted, right? Well I do have a good reason. Kathie makes such a big deal out of not being able to use the phone whenever she wants so I don’t get on until my dad gets home. She like freaks out and has a tantrum like a little child. So my dad comes in my room and tells me that he will take her for a drive so I can get on and he will call me when they are coming back. What sounds wrong with that? He shouldn’t have to take her away so I can get online and he shouldn’t have to call to tell me to get off before they come back. A couple nights ago I was up in the middle of the night trying to find rehabs that weren’t full because Kathie was retarded and decided not to go to her appointment at a rehab on Tuesday. So other news, yesterday was fun. Mons got eight free pizzas, we went to Best Buy and I bought I Heard A Voice! I was jumping. Then we went to look at kitties. There was one for free and I could of got it but NO our stupid place doesn’t allow animals. Then we went to the bookstore. We spent over an hour there. Mons mom calls and asks when we are coming back and that’s when we realize the time. I was like, "Let’s go before it gets dark." and when I turn out of the book, I see that it’s pitch dark out. We are such book geeks. Umm what else can I say? Oh on the bus today it was funny, Josh was asking people about me. He asked a few if they would do me and none answered. He asked this guy if he would date me and he said no. That just made me feel like a boutique of flowers.
Then he asks this guy, "Do you think she would look better without make-up?"
"She’s emo."
‘Cos that’s an answer. Loser. I was denied by strangers. Oh well. I’m gonna have some pizza. I was called emo today so many times. Oh I’m gonna be Davey for celebrity day just with blonde hair unless I can find black dye. I might need to borrow a few things from a few people. I don’t know where I’m gonna find black jeans though…hmm I’ve seen him wear blue jeans but that doesn’t help…oh I’ve seen him in regular jeans but in those pictures he’s wearing light shirts. I don’t know. When I find the picture I’m gonna copy I’ll paste the link. Oh and I put chapter 4 of my story up. Go read, please.I’ll tell you how it haunts me. Cuts through my day and sinks into my dreams. That’s one of my favorite lyrics. That’s from This Time Imperfect by AFI. Oh read this poem! It’s beautiful. Oh that reminds me, I need to find a Robert Frost poem.

The Spoken Word

We held hands on the last night on earth.

Our mouths filled with dust,

We kissed in the fields and under trees,

Screaming like dogs,

Bleeding dark into the leaves.

It was empty on the edge of town

But we knew everyone floated

Along the bottom of the river.

So we walked through the waste

Where the road curved into the sea

And the shattered seasons lay,

And the bitter smell of burning

Was on you like a disease.

In our cancer of passion you said,

"Death is a midnight runner."

The sky had come crashing down

Like the news of an intimate suicide.

We picked up the shards

And formed them into stars

That wore like an antique wedding dress.

The echoes of the past broke the hearts of the unborn

As the Ferris wheel silently slowed to a stop.

The few insects skittered awayIn hopes of a better pastime.

I kissed you at the apex of the maelstrom

And asked if you would accompany me in a quick fall,

But you made me realize that my ticket wasn't good for two.

I rode alone.

You said,"The cinders are falling like snow."

There is poetry in despair,

And we sang with unrivaled beauty,

Bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence.

Of blue and grey.

Strange, we ran down desperate streets

And carved our names in the flesh of the city.

The sun has stagnated

Somewhere beyond the rim of the horizon

And the darkness is a mystery of curves and lines.

Still, we lay under the emptiness

And drifted slowly outward,

And somewhere in the wilderness

We found salvation scratched into the earth like a message.