just wondering how you move your essay into something of the teachers folder?

hey mortimer, willing to help me? of course you are! AT LUNCH~~!@@@

My ears are deaf but I can hear
Hear my lonely cries of fear
Hear the cries which draw my tear
The cries of pain that no one's near

My eyes are blind but I can see
See I'm alone with only me
Like a field with a single lonely tree
A lone boat floating aimlessly across the sea

I can't touch but I can feel
Feel the loneliness I conceal
Keeping it beneath my rotting peel
Hiding it for no one to steal

Guess where i am right now? the exchange student room.
But there are no exchange students in it.
Other then chris.
:D
but he isn't an exchnage student
he hangs out with them enough and could potential pose to be one when the new ones come along.
um, i should be working on my three book essay i guess
i start work tonight.
wooooooooooooooo

Ashoka= girly man, not because he was a pacifist though

PS: That's a man??!

This blogger e-mail address has come in some pretty good handy lately for sending myself school stuff. The only downside is now just about anyone in this "diary club" can read my e-mails/essays. Just hope they couldn't be bothered.

In this picture there is apparently a famous person behind this van, waiting to cross the street. Appearances can be deceptive: I don't remember who he was...

ashoka, the man below, i just finished a not so gruelling essay on.
yippy for me.

hahah tyson, tais-toi!

oh jeez, who gave the depressing kid this password? Just kidding Tee-son, you're the greatest. I guess we should start signing our names after each post?
so my brother is asking for bread reccipes now- talk about desperate housewife. The times are definetly changing.
speaking of changing times- this is prolly the only man I will ever see wearing a fez.