EART, we will forget him!

You and I, to-night!

You may forget the warmth he gave,

I will forget the light.

When you have done, pray tell me,

That I my thoughts may dim;

Haste! lest while you're lagging,

I may remember him!

but alas, it is too short.

UGH I'm writing this right now to make it seem as if I am working on the gayest Latin essay ever about Cicero and one of his speach. Mr. Kaiser didn't even explain the assignment. He told us that he needed to write about what Cicero said and what he meant, AN ESSAY about it. GAY!!!!! So here I sit listening to OAR, because I feel reminiscent of my early musical experiences, and I've decided that I WANT TO GO BURNING MAN! (and mish, you're coming with me) I want to go burning man, and I want to go Banaroo and I just want to be the hippy that I've aspiring to be lately. FREE LOVE MAN "Let's take all this blood and turn into love on the black rock" For those of our veiwers who are unaware, Black Rock is where Burning Man takes place. Google it because I don't feel like explaining it.
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You've got the best of both worlds
You're the kind of girl who can take down a man,
And lift him back up again
You are strong but you're needy,
Humble but you're greedy
And based on your body language,
And shoddy cursive I've been reading
Your style is quite selective,
Though your mind is rather reckless
Well I guess it just suggests
That this is just what happiness is

And what a beautiful mess this is
It's like picking up trash in dresses

Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you write
Kind of turn themselves into knives
And don't mind my nerve you could call it fiction
But I like being submerged in your contradictions dear
'Cause here we are, here we are

Although you were biased I love your advice
Your comebacks they're quick
And probably have to do with your insecurities
There's no shame in being crazy,
Depending on how you take these
Words I'm paraphrasing this relationship we're staging

And what a beautiful mess this is
It's like picking up trash in dresses

Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you say
Kind of turn themselves into blades
And kind and courteous is a life I've heard
But it's nice to say that we played in the dirt oh dear
Cause here we are, Here we are
Here we are
We're still here
What a beautiful mess this is
It's like taking a guess when the only answer is yes

Through timeless words, and priceless pictures
We'll fly like birds, out of this earth
And times they turn, and hearts disfigure
But that's no concern when we're wounded together
And we tore our dresses, and stained our shirts
But it's nice today, oh the wait was so worth it.

I've just decided how much I love this song, Its a Beautiful Mess by Jason Mraz and I LOVE it

So, I has teh boredom, and teh lonelies. My cat has teh restless, and when those things all happen at the same time, the result is this.