Back To The Second Grade

Well Trivia got us all in a tizzy tonight. All faith in adults has been lost, thanks to The Whiners. Alright, so the second round bonus question is "What is the full name of the monacled guy in the board game Monopoly?" We're thinking and thinking, and all of a sudden, "JP Moneybags" pops into my head. That's it! I think. We put down that answer, take it up, turn it in, and are fairly confident. Trivia Guy soon announces that no one got the first name of the Monopoly guy ("Rich Uncle," I believe it was), but three teams got the last name ("Moneybags"), so he gave those teams the points. Yay, we got points, right?
Wrong.
So Mr. I-Almost-Always-Win-This-Game-And-Gloat-About-It stands up all red-faced and says, "That's not fair! You said full name! We knew it was "Moneybags," just didn't know the first name, so we made up an answer! No fair! Waaaahhhh!" Now, I would expect such behavior from a second grader, or even a teenager, but from a middle-aged fat man? No way! But Trivia Guy decides to oblige this rather large man and gives us all a new question--which we promptly get wrong, through no fault of Kelly's. Thanks to Whiney back there, we don't get the fifteen points we earned on the Monopoly question and we lose fifteen points from this new question. Whiney goes on to get second place in the game, while we rank about sixth or so. We spent the remainder of the game seething, sending glares and bad vibes towards the Whiney table behind us.
Also, Trivia Guy knows my name! Wow, I feel famous! However, when I went up to turn in an answer and asked him how he knew my name, he could only respond with, "What do you mean, how do I know your name?" So, hmm. Strange.

This Isn't Grover's Corners: Our Town Needs Improvement

Two things our town would have if Alpharetta wasn't such a gaping hellhole:
1) A town crier.
Come on, somebody who stands in the middle of the town square (don't get me started on our lack of town squares...) and yells out all the announcements to the townspeople? That's sheer brilliance! "Attention: Jack Miller's dog was caught digging up Old Mrs. Allenbury's prize petunias!" "Attention: Lisa and Dick Rogerson are getting a trial separation!" "Attention: The old schoolhouse is on fire, so school will be held inside City Hall!" Imagine how quickly news must've traveled back then. I mean, sure, today we have CNN and talk radio, but it still takes some time for news to reach the stations, and even then, they weed out all the unimportant stuff. When was the last time you heard town gossip on the radio? Never, that's when. A town crier is the perfect solution, trust me.
2) A town troubadour.
I would love to have this job, if only I could sing and play a musical instrument and we lived in the 1800's. So some guy walks around town with a guitar or similar strapped around his neck, singing along to the town's events as they happen! How great is that? I really think our experience in this town would be heightened by having a troubadour. In fact, why not have a Milton High School troubadour? C'mon, we can post some audition notices in the chorus room. "Needed: School Troubadour. Must be able to sing, play guitar, and compose comical yet appropriate lyrics at a moment's notice. Applicants see Amy."
On another, completely unrelated note, it's lovely to finally know that my love life truly is the only one left completely stagnant. Well, this is fun.

An Open Letter

To whom it may concern:
In a learning environment such as a classroom, one would think that students would learn by being taught material. This is not always so. A friend of mine (it's not me, I swear) has a schedule in which only three of her six teachers actually teach. I'm writing this letter today because I would like to see the word "teacher" in these cases changed to something more accurate, like "babysitter" or "person who tends to get off on tangents." This would be most helpful to future students as they choose their classes. Thank you.
Respectfully yours,
Amy

I have a Government test tomorrow (as do several of you, I'm sure) on a few strange chapters that I didn't know existed. It's most probably not a good thing when the test is the following day and no one knows what the test is on. Anybody have a clue what chapters eighteen and nineteen are about? Anybody? No? Bueller?
Didn't think so. Well, if I'm needed, I won't be available, as I'll be cramming my head with useless knowledge about (insert chapter eighteen topic here) and (insert chapter nineteen topic here) that I'm sure to forget come morning.

Edited to add: I find it difficult to take a Government textbook seriously that uses the word "hard-core" so many times in one paragraph.

Updated the quotes in the "Guess!" box. There's another theme here, people.

I Know I Said I'd Buy Your Tiger, But I Don't Think He Gets Along With My Dog

I've been having some serious trouble distinguising between my dreams and reality. I just can't tell what happened and what didn't. So if I come up to you and say something like "I've thought it over, and I decided I just can't take care of a tiger right now," or "I hope your nose job went well," don't be too weirded out. Just know that it's probably something I dreamed about and let's move on, shall we?
There was a really cute waiter at Taco Mac last night. He was really funny--he kept throwing balled-up napkins at us from across the restaurant, cause us to, of course, throw them back at him. His aim is much better than ours, sad to say. And Ashleigh drinks water like an...animal that drinks a lot of water...so after refilling her glass five or six times, he came by and just replaced her glass with the giant water pitcher, after sticking a straw and a lemon wedge in it. She drank half the pitcher--he was impressed. Good times, good times.
There's so much I wanted to do this weekend, but it looks like nothing is going to get done. I hope by tomorrow I'll know my allusions, but that's about it. Someday I'll get to my to-do list, but it probably won't be until the summer, when it doesn't matter nearly as much anymore.

Allusion Gathering
Steak And Shake
Tomorrow
4 pm
Bring flashcards if you have 'em. Don't come if you don't want to.

That's An Order

Today is such a beautiful day. This is what every day of spring should feel like, and it's not even spring yet! I'm actually really looking forward to softball practice today, because I have no other excuse to go outside. Everyone go outside today, go play on the neighborhood swings or run around or just stand outside on your deck because there's a warm breeze and the sun is out and it's really just nice.
For anyone who's interested (all three of you), I believe that CBS news is doing a profile on Butch Walker tonight at six o'clock. Channel nine if you want to check it out. I know most of you'll just make some crack about me worshiping at the Church of Butch Walker, but there've got to be a couple of you who care. Just thought you'd like to know...

All I've felt all day was an increasing sense of anxiety. Just like the last entry, I feel so nervous about something and I haven't the slightest idea what. I was and still am hoping that this weekend will fix whatever lingering feelings of strangeness and anxiety I still have from this past week, but right now it's just looking like a great big Maybe. I should just go take an extra-long nap but I don't think I'd be able to get to sleep. I really hate it when I start shaking and just can't stop.

I felt nervous and paranoid all day today. I don't know why, as I have no real reason to feel nervous or paranoid. I think a good weekend will fix it. Wherever shall I find one?

I made a new mix last night, this time for Sara Beverly. No big deal, but I like it well enough.

Good + Bad = 0? I Wouldn't Know; I Suck At Math

"Someone somewhere's listening to the same song, feeling the same way that I do..." --Better Than Ezra

Today has been a less than stellar day. Kind of mixed up. For instance, I'm apparently involved in a large-scale AP Environmental Science cheating ring, which was bad. But we ate lunch at Chik Fil A, which was good. I had too much homework to go to Trivia, which was bad. But other good things happened. Do the good things balance out the bad? Eh, I have no idea.
Oh, one good thing I found out earlier this afternoon--for any of you who were wondering if Music Midtown was going to fall upon Prom weekend, right in the middle of AP testing, your fears have been allayed. Sort of. Midtown is May 2nd, 3rd, and 4th--the weekend directly before AP tests. And the day before the AP Lit test. But then again, I don't know what kind of studying could be done for that one, so I think we'll be okay. Anyway, just wanted to let you know, because I was kind of concerned because I really want to attend Midtown this year, seeing as it's probably our last.
Anybody up for a Steak-And-Shake Allusion Gathering this weekend? Beth mentioned Sunday, and that sounds good to me. Anybody who wants to come is invited, but if you're not in Friedman's class then there's really no point. So, we'll go, we'll eat, we'll have fun, and I'll win the Allusion Game again because I cheat better than all the rest of you, evidently. It seems I have the most practice at it. (What?)

Bleak

I've come to the realization that everyone is upset or sad or miserable or unhappy these days. With this realization has come a few others. Everyone is so self-absorbed. Well, I am. And hey, even that shows how self-absorbed I am--I think that just because I'm self-absorbed, everyone else must be, too. But my point is, we're all sitting at our computers, or sitting in class, or doing our homework, and thinking about how unhappy we are, and how much we'd like to go ahead and graduate, or go ahead and have it be spring, or go ahead and get into college, or whatever it is that we think would make everything alright again. We're all sitting in our respective homes thinking our respective thoughts that just happen to be remarkably similar to everyone else's thoughts. Thinking how happy everyone seems to be, and how we wish we could be included in that happiness. Thinking about how we've got to be the only person in our school, if not ever, to feel unhappy. Thinking about how we're the only ones to have these feelings, when it turns out that most of us aren't doing too well in February. Everyone acts pretty fine at school but at home the real emotions come out, and the days tend to crash. Does anybody else feel that way? Like school is for the most part fine, but once you're at home alone with your thoughts, everything seems a little bit darker? I don't know.
The point of this was that everyone is unhappy but no one knows, but I don't even know where I am anymore.

Finally, we can stop scratching the nice, polite messages off of candy Valentine's Day hearts in order to replace them with vulgar and more honest messages: 'cause this website will do it for you. A dream come true, I'm sure.

YOU Know Why

"I have seen the others, and I have discovered that this fight is not worth fighting..." --Dispatch

You know, it's actually turned out to be a good thing that Ashleigh and I weren't invited to sleep over at Jason's early enough to actually consider doing so, because on the way to drop Ashleigh off, one of my life-long goals was fulfilled. There was a real live fox just running around Old Milton Parkway! Really! We were in shock! It truly was the highlight of my day.
If anyone wants to get in on this Spring Break Road Trip Beth and I are planning to Savannah/Graceland/Dollywood/someplace similar, by all means, let us know. That is, anyone within reason. None of you freaky-ass lurkers who might happen to be radio DJs in New Jersey. Now that would just be weird.
Yep, college is sounding mighty good right about now. Escape...

"How can it be bullshit to state a preference?" This is how.

You know how people are always saying things like, "Everybody has his/her own opinion," and "To each his own," et cetera? Do you ever feel like sometimes people's opinions are just plain wrong? Yeah, of course you do. And so

Here's a list of things that blow, whether you like them or not:
Modest Mouse
Department stores
Bell peppers
"The Bachelor," "The Bachelorette," "Married By America," et cetera
AP Environmental Science
Country music
"Queen Of The Damned"

And here's a list of things that could be good, despite my very low opinion of them:
60's music
Romance Novels
The South
Westerns
FYE
Soap operas
"Signs"

You guys know I'm just kidding, right? I don't want any whiny, "You pretentious bitch, I like Modest Mouse!" comments, thanks. It's really not that important.

Happy Valentine's Eve!

Tomorrow is Valentine's day, and although it's probably the most loathed holiday amongst singletons everywhere, it's really not that bad. We get to eat candy, which is always a nice quality in a holiday. No presents unless you're "taken," but Christmas wasn't that long ago, so we can really live without that nice new DVD player. While yes, it can get tiresome to watch all of your coupled friends go into many a rendition of "You're schmoopie! No, you're schmoopie!", most of them are pretty good about keeping the PDA to a minimum. So, Valentine's Day...well, yeah, you're right, it really sucks when you're single. But we have to make the most of it, because we won't get another chance to have a good Valentine's Day for a whole year. So here are some of my favorite romantic movie lines from that "Love Lines" fold-out poster that Entertainment Weekly put out in their Romantic Movies issue last year, the one that's hanging on the back of my door that many of you have stood for hours to read:

"All my life I've been waiting for someone. And when I find her...she's a fish." --Splash

"I believe in the sweet spot, soft-core pornography, opening your presents Christmas morning rather than Christmas eve and I believe in long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that last three days. Goodnight." --Bull Durham

"You're not too smart, are you? I like that in a man." --Body Heat

"I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible." --When Harry Met Sally...

"A movie! That's your problem! You don't want to be in love. You want to be in love in a movie." --Sleepless In Seattle

"Love is, is too weak a word for the way I feel--I lurve you, you know, I loave you, I luff you." --Annie Hall

"I know that when you take me home I'm just going to lie on my bed and think about you." --Marty

"I think you're the most attractive of all my parents' friends." --The Graduate

"I'm...just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her." --Notting Hill

"You make me want to be a better man." --As Good As It Gets

"There's a lotta things about me you don't know anything about, Dottie. Things you wouldn't understand. Things you couldn't understand. Things you shouldn't understand... I'm a loner, Dottie, a rebel." --Pee-Wee's Big Adventure

and lastly, my very favorite on the poster:

"She gave me a pen. I gave her my heart and she gave me a pen." --Say Anything...

Alright, g'night, and remember that Valentine's Day isn't just about love...it's also about chocolate and candy hearts with messages on them.

A Traffic Jam When You're Already Late

What the shit was with Alpharetta tonight? It was like the whole city shut down! It took me a full hour to get to the school for softball, when it usually takes me fifteen minutes. There was a gas main break at North Point Parkway and Windward Parkway, by the 400 entrance (I was there when it happened, actually), so they shut down large portions of North Point and Windward. Webb Bridge and Old Milton were backed up the wazoo. (Wazoo. Man. Add that to the list of "fun words to say.") According to my dad, when I talked to him half an hour ago or so, they still haven't shut off the gas. I don't know what the deal with that is, but the way I see it, if there's a gas main broken someplace, we should get off school. Otherwise, why bother?

Terrapin: (ter-uh-pin) n.
1. Any of various North American aquatic turtles of the family Emydiolae, especially the genus Malaclemys, which includes the
diamondback terrapin.
2. Amy

Do you know that feeling, when you're in the car by yourself, and there's a song on (whether it's on the radio or on a cd is insignificant). And you don't have it turned up that loud, but somehow the music fills your head completely, and you can't hear the hum of the car or the swish of the traffic or the squeak of the brakes or anything else at all except the song? Which makes it feel kind of like the song is playing independent of the action, like you're in a movie and the song is playing on the soundtrack, which I think is what a lot of people want, anyway. That's a good thing.

So I've officially joined the legions of kids who've gotten into college--I got into University of Maryland. So I could potentially be a terrapin a year from now. Not likely (it's my last choice, although I really wouldn't mind going there), but possibly. And I hate to say, but it looks like I'll definitely be moving out of the Sara Beverly's Backyard Home For Displaced High School Graduates, which is a mixed blessing. I think she was looking to give my room away to a cute boy, anyway.

Edited to add: UMD is the application where I listed "Mix-tape-making" as one of my extracurricular activities, and came dangerously close to including "Butch Walker fandom." Either I was right in my confidence that they'd look at my SATs and GPA and not my activities, or they're really hard up for some good music at their school. I hope it's the latter.

Nothing To Say, Anyway

"I've been spitting in the wind/I chanced a foolish grin/And dribbled on my chin..." --Badly Drawn Boy

I've been listening to the newest mix I made, a mellower mix than I've made in a long time. It's good to change things up every now and then, and mellow music can be really calming. Calming is good. Well, you understand.
It was brought to my attention that it's not well-appreciated when I skip a couple of blogging days. Well, friends, my internet was down yesterday, and I can even gather some witnesses, so any of you who didn't believe me (cough cough Robby cough cough), well, it's the truth. So I'm here now, writing when I have nothing to say. I mean it, nothing.
It's interesting how much my good mood plummets once my parents get home. I was relatively happy, but the moment they got into the car at the MARTA station, things got hairy. Nothing extreme, just generic hairiness. I mean, of course I'll survive, but I think I'm looking more and more forward to living parentless in several months. Seventeen and a half years is plenty long, thank you very much. College will be a nice break.
I've noticed that everyone is up in arms over comments lately, about how they no longer like them and how they think they do more harm than they do good. I like comments. I'm fairly sure I was the first of our little circle to get comments, so I hope I'm not to blame for this recent crisis. Well, no matter what, I'm probably not going to be getting rid of comments again. It didn't work the first time, and it left a bad taste in my mouth, and I did it for bad reasons, and while I don't think it matters all that much, I don't want to do it again. So, my comments are, for the most part, here to stay.
Why do magazines release issues with two separate covers? What's the point? The insides are the same. It's moderately upsetting. I have a subscription to YM (although to be perfectly honest, I don't remember asking for it, ordering it, being billed for it, or ever paying for it. Maybe it was a gift from a nameless benefactor? If it was you, then thanks.) and they made two covers for the March issue, which came in yesterday's mail. So I had a 50/50 chance of getting the cover I wanted, right? Well, yes, those were the odds--but my luck has run out. I got the cover with the eleven year old boy from "Seventh Heaven" on it. Okay, well, he's seventeen, but his eyebrows are not the same color as his hair and he looks eleven. Aw, and I wanted the cover with Jess from "Gilmore Girls" on it! Damn those people at YM...the only good part of the magazine, anyway, was the supplemental "American Idol" section. Man I love that show.
Which reminds me. I have to go research flag-burning for the debate I inadvertantly volunteered for during Government, and then watch the tape of tonight's "American Idol." So, g'night. Let's hope, for your sake, I have something to say next time I write on this thing.

Edited to add: Am I the only one who would very much like to get sick right now? Everyone's freaking out about the illnesses flying around, but I've only had two sick days in four years, and being so freaking healthy all the time gets old! I want to miss school, too!

Looks like you guys have given up. But don't leave just yet--even though you probably weren't interested in it to begin with, I'm still going to tell you all the answers. So, here:
1. "Am I Wrong?" by Love Spit Love
2. "Globes And Maps" by Something Corporate
3. "Come Pick Me Up" by Ryan Adams
4. "Cathedrals" by Jump, Little Children
5. "Miss Misery" by Elliott Smith
6. "We're Just Friends" by Wilco
7. "If Winter Ends" by Bright Eyes
8. "Make Me Change My Mind" by New Amsterdams
9. "Please Forgive Me" by David Gray
10. "Cry" by Angie Aparo (not Faith Hill)
That's it. I just wanted to give the answers before the post got edged off the front page.

I just returned from my first softball practice of the season. It was interesting. It's freezing outside! I suppose we're going to disregard the fact that I suck royally. My coach is the type to look at it with a "team mentality," as in "there is no I in team". He also heavily advocates visualizing hitting the ball instead of actually hitting the ball.
Well, off to face the firing squad. G'bye.

I fell today. I was baking mini-muffins in the kitchen, heard Ryan Adams' "New York, New York" on the television in the living room, and as I love that video, I thought it was best to try and race into the room before the song ended. Not realizing, of course, that I was wearing slippery socks, slippery pants that go down past my heels, and that the floor had recently been waxed, or something similar. Went flying around the corner and promptly tumbled to the ground. I think it might have knocked something loose in my brain or something.
Turns out it wasn't even the "New York, New York" video anyway. Just the song on in the background of some MTV documentary. Not even worth the pain.

Is anyone still interested in guessing the song lyrics? If not, I'll go ahead and post the answers on the comments for that post. Let me know.
If inspiration strikes, expect a real blog later. I knew I'd never live up to my resolution to stop blogging more than once per day.

Well, second place at Trivia. That's the fourth time in six weeks. (One of the other two times we placed 1st, and the other of the two, we placed Really, Really Bad.) It's an odd feeling, languishing in mediocrity. Well, I don't suppose 2nd place is quite mediocrity. But even so, it's getting tiresome. We need to get 1st place sometime when we're not cheating.

Daniel, You Can Stop Crying Yourself To Sleep At Night

The Olsen twins did not score higher than you on their SATs. Thankfully. Did anyone else hear on the news that Mary-Kate and Ashley had each gotten 1600s on their SATs? My mom broke the "news" to me the other day, in her "serious voice." She was 100% positive. She'd seen it on CNN, it seemed, although she now denies even knowing at all. But it was just a spoof. I don't know what they actually got on their SATs, but I really wouldn't be surprised if they didn't even get a 1600 collectively.
Well, of course, I don't know if the twins are smart or not. But judging by the percentage of kids at our school who aren't that dumb but did really, really badly on their SATs, it really wouldn't surprise me if the "Come Have A Sleepover At Our House While We Learn The ABC's!" girls didn't do very well, either.

GRR!!! And Other Notes

One thing that really annoys me (enough to warrant a Second Blog Of The Day, even when I had decided to stop writing more than one per day--must be quite annoying) is when websites do something (and I have no clue how they do it) that prevents you from leaving the site, at least through the "Back" button. You know what I'm talking about? When you click "Back" and it just refreshes the page. Drives me nuts!

Oh, and for those of you who were wondering in fifth period if good old Punxsutawney Phil saw his shadow or not: he did. Six more weeks of blah. Score. Thanks, little guy.

Crank

I get awfully cranky when lack of weekend sleep catches up to me. That's what today was: a cranky day. "Rainy days and Mondays always get me down," only today was only Monday, not rainy. Even so.
Every day around lunch, you're sure to hear one of the following said by either me or Catherine:

"Want to skip the rest of the day?"

"Can't we just go home?"

"I hate this hellhole! I want to get out of here!"

It's crazy. It's like, something about the 12 o'clock to 1 o'clock hour makes us crazy. Because the rest of the day, while I quite blatantly don't want to be there, I can manage to hold it in. It's tolerable. But during lunch/4th period, man. It's like this awful urge to just leave. I wish one day we could.
We need to designate a second Senior Skip Day, for spring semester. Not necessarily soon, as it's not warm yet. But one day, maybe in March, word needs to be passed around the school that seniors are not to come to school on said Skip Day. And if the administration decides we need to be punished, then so be it, because I don't think we can all handle attending every day for the rest of the year. So, Skip Day. And we'll all have a blast; we'll go to Six Flags or something. If it's even open--I don't understand that place.
And in addition to having a day we don't have to come to school, it would provide something to look forward to. And that's a brilliant way to survive mind-numbing Sociology lectures--just think about something fun that's going to happen soon, detach yourself from the horribly boring class, and go far, far away.

Don'tcha Just Love Yinga?

Yes, I was slightly irked that my stats from before January 16th were all erased. But I still have a soft spot in my heart for Yinga. If not for them, how else would I have known how many strange and erroneous ways people have accessed my blog? Such as:

1) An excessive amount of queries regarding Raven Symone. I wrote about her on my blog once, when her birthday was in the "Celebrity Birthdays" part of the paper and I was wondering if she really qualifies. Now that I've mentioned her again, I suppose I'll be getting several more people getting to my site when they were actually looking for "Raven Symone pictures" or "Raven Symone in spandex."
2) "Romantic things I'd like to do to you greetings." Is that dirty? Should I be worried? I know, I know, it's the "Greetings" part, but even so...I think whoever was looking for romantic things to do to someone might have been better off looking at a porn site or similar, because they aren't going to find that here.
3) "Where can I buy OKGO shirts?" Hmm. I really couldn't tell you.
4) "Nick Ciarochi." Strange. Now while I understand this one--I'm sure at one time or another I've mentioned Nick on my blog--I took the liberty of searching "Nick Ciarochi" on Google, Yahoo, DogPile, and MSN (four search engines that people have used to get to my site), and they all listed Nick's own blog as the very first entry, so why this person visited my blog, I don't know.

Other things I've learned through Yinga:
--I have one visitor from Germany.
--I have one visitor whose language is Hebrew.
--One of my visitors uses Opera 5up as their browser...what is that?
--Only 17 visitors use Macs; the rest use PCs.

Boring, I know. I could find out more invasive stuff if I were to upgrade, but my miserliness outweighs my voyeuristic leanings.

"If I could be who you wanted, all the time..." --Radiohead, "Fake Plastic Trees"

I hope you don't stop blogging just because of a few silly incidents. I hope that next year, things are different--but not too different. I hope you never run out of duct tape, because it solves all of life's little problems. I hope the world never gets to you so much that you abandon all your friends and family and go live in a cave somewhere. I hope we get another snow day before the end of the season. I hope the Vanessa girl from Atlanta who sang "Bohemian Rhapsody" is the next American Idol. I hope Mrs. Burrell lightens the load. I hope everything works out for us all before we leave here. I hope your printer never runs out of ink the night before a big paper is due. I hope the record industry "gets over it" and we can go on downloading music illegally in peace. I hope the state of the country, world, et cetera, proves to be just a "phase," and that we all pull out of it okay. I hope you all appreciate the value of a really good mix. I hope you notice. I hope we all try a little harder. I hope you learn from the mistakes of me, you, him, et cetera. I hope you stop being late to school so often. I hope everything that is bad will be over soon. I hope I haven't bored you to death over the past few months. I hope beginnings don't always have to follow endings. I hope you all make some decisions soon. I hope you understand.

Robby has a blog now?! Yay!

What are these from? I mean, I know, but I want to know if you know. Because I'm bored, and these sorts of games are fun cures for boredom. They're songs, of course, not movies.

1. "Goodbye, lay the blame on luck."

2. "I want to hang onto something that won't break away or fall apart, like the pieces of my heart."

3. "I wish you'd make up my bed so I could make up my mind."

4. "The line moves slowly into a fading light, a final moment in the dead of night."

5. "I know you'd rather see me gone than to see me the way that I am, but I am in your life anyway."

6. "You make some coffee, hold me up, try to talk me out of giving up."

7. "But I fell for the promise of a life with a purpose, but I know that's impossible now."

8. "And the world at large a frightening place, that's a fear I can't bring myself to face."

9. "Feels like lightening running through my veins everytime I look at you."

10. "If I had just one moment at your expense, maybe all my misery would be well spent."

It could be entertaining, at least for a little, if you feel like trying to figure those out. Not too much going on, anyway. Sorry about the lack of content, but this is what I have in place of content.

I'm considering a font change. Does anybody have strong feelings one way or the other?