My baby, he's out killing tigers.

http://www.thegrates.com/
Anddd the artist you are curently seeing pictures of is BEN WOODWARD<< http://www.fecalface.com/SF/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=1033&Itemid=92

this is what i called impressive.

By Parid I mean Paris, of course

Bleh

Bllllleeewww! my feet keep falling asleep. Funny thing is: my dishwaser broke down so my mom is washing every dish/plate/cup/fork knife and spoon in the house because it "isn't safe" (to quote)
Please listen to "the trees were mistaken" by andrew bird. He is my favourite, yes he is.
Gonna go wash the grime off by tired body. Have fun

By the way: If you ever go to Parid, do not eat these. They taste as bad as they look

this is julia nunes.

the second song there, buttercup is dedicated to Grade Five. Zoola will know why.

Spinning Spinning!!!

Zoola here,

I'm supposed to be writing something interesting right now for my writing course, but my head is spinning and I can't think of anything creative. This day has been like WOOOOA, it's Friday and I had six cups of coffee. When you don't really go to bed until four in the morning that is a perfect way to start off your day. But unfortunately the caffeine makes my thoughts spin even more. They are bouncing around in my head like those little elastic balls that you can get at the dollar store. Those balls are so amusing but don't throw them if you're in someones living room because you might break a lamp. Trust me I know.
I really don't like the niggardly. It just sounds wrong but it makes me laugh at the same time. It means to be stingy or ungenerous. There are so many weird words out there. Right now my favorite word is languish. To languish is to wallow in your own misery/lie there unmoving, completely numb. I will put it in a phrase for you so you understand clearly: "I don't want to do work, I just want to go home and languish in my bed."
Hehehehe
Random Random Spinning, like I said.

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