BabaORiley583: your blog is crying out for lovin

Well, ok, fine. So I suppose I'm not so busy that I can't take a few moments to post on my blog and please the few people who actually want me to update. But exams do suck.

They make my mind go numb. My mind goes completely blank, and I am in uber-concentration mode. This is difficult to keep up for days at a time. I suppose that's why I goof off as opposed to studying while I'm at home.

Today, however, was exciting. Despite the fact that it was my hardest exam day (APUSH then Latin), my mother decided we should get a real christmas tree. It's my first, ever. We bought it (and Cutie Guy McCuterson helped us with it), and then went off to search for lights and ornaments. You see, I decided that the color scheme this year would be white lights, and gold, silver, red (and perhaps green) ornaments. But nobody seems to carry white lights! What is wrong with the world? Usually stores over-stock and then have after-christmas decoration sales. This is stupid. Anyways, mom is out searching and found some stuff. So we will decorate when she gets home.

And Danny, stop being so alpha-male about it.
BabaORiley583: shutup
sWeeTaRt11887: yeah, that's what i thought

So I was looking at my sitemeter...

And I found a blog a didn't recognize.

This is hilarious.

Well it's finally December. It was summer not too long ago. This time thing is so...disorienting. I can hardly keep up with things one minute, and the next I'm bored. Hmm.

I am excited, though, about Christmas. It's a magical time of year. Red and gold and silver and green...glowing lights, glittering ornaments, boxes wrapped in shiny paper with satiny bows on top and ribbon wrapped round, family talking, laughing, even in heated debates, children, giddily hopping about, tugging on mommy's dress asking, "When do we get to open the presents?" And the whole holiday can be so sentimental. At least it is for me. I <3 align="center">Now it's years

Since your body went flat

And even memories of that

Are all thick and dull

All gravel and glass

But who needs them now

Displaced they're easily more safe

The worst of it now
I can't remember your face

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For a while

With the vertigo cured

We were alive

We were pure

The void took the shape

Of all that you were

But years take their toll

And things get bent into shape

Antiseptic and tired

I can't remember your face

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You

Were supposed to grow old

You were supposed to grow old

Reckless, unfrightened and old

You were supposed to grow old

You were supposed to grow old

You were supposed to grow old

You were supposed to grow old

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You were supposed to return