I will eat your soul through your eyeballs, promise.

Hmm, I think this will be one of my train-of-thought posts, just because I like to sting off into oblivion. Where to start...

I was talking to Caity-Waity last night and I described to her several scenes out of a few books i've read. I'm pretty sure she LOVED the clown incident. We also ventured a little out into the realm of the nonsensical; my imaginary girlfriend being the focus of that lil convo. It was great talking to her and now I remember why I love her so much. Scorpios Unite! Anyway, i've been neglecting my math which is really not good considering we paid for the course and I really need it to actually be college worthy when the time comes. So, today being the 9th, I'm determined to get to the books. I've been writing again which is really great for me because I haven't done it in such a long time. Now all I can think about are more ideas so my head is swimming in it's own imagination. Oh, we also talked about Christina too. Well, more like I talked and she listened. Gosh do I miss my little fairie. Mmmm, enough with the memories. I've actually taken a liking to not being online as much. Something about it just seems weird now, kinda limited. I've also been turning off my messaging thingys just cause I really have no desire to talk to anyone at all. Except for Cait. I switch my status to online just to talk to Cait. Amazingly, Tasha has lost all appeal to me too. I tried talking to her one day but she seemed off; kinda reserved and non-conversational and very ambigious with her answers. She says she does it with all her friends but that's a lame excuse, so i'm just like alrighty then. Ok, I can't stop listening to "Shine it all around" by Mr. Robert Plant. It's such a beautiful song and I just feel so....good when I hear it. Makes you happy. It's a good feeling. The house is empty like usual because i'm the only one here. I don't mind it though, it's nice and quiet and all mine to rule over until my mommy gets home. Heh, my mommy is a genuine mastermind. Her birthday was Sunday and her boyfriend was an ass and didn't even call her when he got back into town that day. He just went over his 'boyz' house and didn't tell anyone he was back in town. So that night when he called again my mommy really made him feel like shit. I was sitting here listening and I felt like shit too! But then, she did warn me that this was going to be a real life example of "play or get played." Let me tell you, she played his ass. My mommy's great and really creepy. She told me that sometimes she gets all dresses up for work and leaves at the usual time but in reality she's taken a PDO for that day and she just goes and does whatever she wants. Staking out houses, going to Texas, just whatever. Ants got into the syrup so we had to throw that bottle away. It gave me the heeby-jeebies afterwards. I haven't read my books which I should be doing considering they were $13 a piece. I need to get on my math right now. I'm hungry too. MAN, Cait has got me thinking about that first kiss I'll have with a girl and I keep feeling shocks down my spine! I believed her when she said that I would be hooked afterwards, I just don't feel like being reeled in right now. And besides, i'm tired of being the looker. I want a girl to come look for ME. Someone ask ME out. Approach ME. Girls are just trouble anyway. Eric posted again. It's been over a month so he's already got a number of comments. But that's Mr. Leto and he was always a popular guy. I remember those walks to class where I would be like "Dude, you little man whore! You're just like Casey! How come girls never come to me like that!? You need to stop all that Mojo!" And he would say, "Take it! You can gladly have the Mojo! I don't want it!" Heh, the emo guitarist with the soul of a poet. Damn man whores!