It's been five months since I've been on the big dA. Things have changed like major! Ah! I LIKE IT! I just read my last journal and... Again I'm back from a long, long time! Summer was awesome!

I've been in school for month and I've made many new friends! I've been so busy I hardly get online anymore. But that's okay, that means I have a life! EEHEE! Anyways, My writing has progressed a lot. I'm working on a book. I'm on chapter five now. I don't post it on here because I never get any feedback.

I usually put it up on Lj. That's where I've been! LIVEJOURNAL YEAH YEHA YEAH! YEHA YE AH AH YE!!!
So yeah! Nothing's really changed. <3 I just thought I'd say hi.

I'm back from hibernation. I missed dA and... I can't believe I stayed away for sooo long! Literally months. I guess school did get busy and I didn't even notice. Oh well. I'm sure you missed meh. RIGHT?

HAH! I bet you forgot about me. I know you did! But that's okay. I got me hearty broken again. Yeah. Thrice this year. I really shouldn't get attached to people to way I do, since I know they don't really care about me, you know? It's odd. I love people though. <3 They're great. Especially when they insult you and they tried to sound smart. LOL!

I'm working on a story, I might post on here since I haven't posted anything on here in forever. I got some free time that's why I'm updating. we talked about gay marriage in fourth block, and I didn't say a whole lot. Even though, I'm like, half-dyke, I just didn't say anything. I dunno why. I mean... I'm part of the gay community for goodness sakes! I guess I was overwhelmed. Ah well. But my life is good. I had bad spell of depression a couple of days ago but it's gone now. Teens get like that, you know? I know. I know. I'm really an old man in a sixteen year old's body. But shh. It's been working so far.

"Thisism and thatism..."

Today was great! I presented my statue of faggotry, I think I got a good grade. I let Baily color all over it and yeah, now it's missing. Someone must've took it. If I didn't have to turn it in, I wouldn't care so much, but meh, Coach saw me present it, and now it's gone. They must've needed it more than me. That's what I'll tell Shattuck.

"All we are saying is give peace a chance!"

I finished the epic poem of Doop the Tree. It's pretty rocking. It's all dialogue, and yeah. I'm getting sick. DAMN DRAINAGE. You and your sneaky ways. You should suck it! Suck it hard! WARG! I'm lying... I love you drainage. Just because you're different doesn't mean you're bad. You make my voice squeaky. Thank you, drainage and allergies.

"Let's hear it from the hippies and the yippies!"

Why am I putting song lyrics into my journals? For the hell of it, that's why. :B UHOH BOB MARLEY'S OUT! I need to go give him a treat.

Peace.

"Who am I supposed to be?"

Today was beautiful, laced in magical boredom. Yes. I feel I am accomplished and done and I feel like someone dipped me in silver waters to cleanse me of any agitations, agrivations, and depression. Thank you.

"Who am I? Nobody else can see..."

I had homework and was happy. Gave me something to do. Too bad I finished it so quickly and left me dry and bored. I cannot go outside and play today. It is raining. Hard. And annoyingly so I must add. People thought there was something wrong with me today. No. I'm tired. Je suis fatiguee. And I was calm and they didn't like that. I notice how people don't like change... It was almost amusing. Almost. Moreso annoying though. But you know... I'm happy they care. Or they feign caring. That's almost sweeter than actually caring. Because you're going against your head and asking this person for the hell of it if they're okay, when you could care less. That is most sincere when people are fake. It's harder to be fake. Kudos to you, you fake bastards. <3 I love you all. I know who are real and who are not. The real one shine brighter than any fake man could.

"Just you and me... Who are we?"

I've finally found a song to do for Music Tuesday in Creative Writing. It's by John Lennon. The lyrics I randomly post in my journal are in the song. It's called Look At Me. Very beautiful acoustic. <3 I thought perhaps it would reflect on my calm personality. What?! You're calm?! HAH. Actually I am. Yes, I do get excited at school, but you only see me 8 hours in a day. You only know me for those 8 hours. I go home and I rest. I am very calm. My mood changes, because another day is ended, it's time to be calm. Some people can't do this. Some people have to stay in the same disposition for that familiarity for everyone else. Today I was calm at school until I got around my friends. Anyhow. Enough of this philosophy...

Speaking of philosophy! Carson-Newman has a good philosophy thing. I am intrigued. I'll look deeper into it. Majoring in Philosophy and minoring in History. Yes. Well. I hope your day was as calm and peaceful and lovely as mine. perhaps not as boring though. I wouldn't wish that on anyone.

"Oh... My love... Oh, my love..."

"and people talk and people stare... Oh Adrian, come out and play..."

Doctor hasn't called. Granny's still sick. I'm freaking out. Why won't they call? What's taking so long? What could be inside of her? I feel weak and small and childlike. She's in there coughing right now, reading her a book. There's nothing I can do. If I believe in god I'd pray. I'd pray like you wouldn't imagine.

I've been so tired... I got to play outside like a kid again. I climbed a tree and all that great stuff. Shoulda been inside doing homework, but whatever. Like it's hard stuff. Pshht.

"She said life he won't be denied..."