'That night, I climbed into bed, rested my head in the hollow of your shoulder, and said that you weren't as pretty as a knife, but you'd do.'

I'll imagine that somebody is reading this. *waves*

Today was beautiful, but the people were not. One boy breathed into my friend's mouth and mind that everybody is out to get him, the martyrous lover. The pure rehabilitee. The asshole who's about to get his first broken bone tomorrow (I'm remembering to wear gloves for minute protection). "Don't lie to me".

I lay outside and watched the gnats pretending to be stars. They did a good job, except I doubt they would burn for longer than half a minute were I to actually set them on fire.
I wouldn't mind pretending to be a star.
It would be easier than pretending to be healthy and right.
But I'm only right when I argue with Nathan about LOTR versus Eragon and even then it's really a tie, as I never finished the Inheritance series (is that what it's called?).

I love my history class. Even if it does last until 9:30 at night. Only my history professor would find humor in the Reformations and religious wars. "After the Peace of Westphalia, the Protestants claimed that, 'We're right, because we're still around.' And the Catholics claimed that, 'Well, we're right, because we're still around. And by the way, there are about 140 versions of you, who's right?'"

I need to find out who decided roses had meanings. How about just: the colors are pretty, and don't carry any pie-crust promises with them?

My best friend had a miscarriage last week. I don't have my phone, nor any other way of contacting her to see how she's doing. She has no other friends here. It's making me very angry. >.<
But then I'm usually pretty bad at the whole being happy thing. Some people aren't meant not to smile, true- but I can smile while punching the jerk in the nose. Right?! Right.

That reminds me, I know at least two other people on this site...must go about trying to find them...hmmm...