Josh: Hey, do you need someone to...this weekend to...*makes indistinguishable hand motions*...take care of the...little evil shell things...*more indishtinguishable hand motions*
Me: No, they're fine for the weekend.
Josh: Oh alright then.

I have so much work to do in photography it's absolutely insane. Those pics I took in Arizona just aren't coming out good...it's awful.

I've gone on a poem writing fest lately. Sort of. One each night this whole last week I believe. Yeah I love myself. Don't think I'll write one tonight though I'm wicked tired.

Phil came over today after school which was fun. We went for a walk, looked for that path in the woods on Thompson that my parents insist does in fact exist but I have never seen. We didn't find it. Played some pool, started a movie but the VCR in the basement still eats tapes so we played some more pool until the Simpsons came on at 5. Sarah (Joe's gf) came over as well and after dinner we all watched Joe's Dane Cook DVD, Phil and I jumped on the couch before Joe and Sarah got in the room and Joe said "you bastards" and we laughed because we got the couch. And then we played pool again (so I'm an addict shut up) and Spiderman was on and we watched that for like 10 minutes but then we had to leave.




She says "wake up, it's no use pretending"
I'll keep stealing, breathing her
Birds are leaving over autumn's ending
One of us will die inside these arms
Eyes wide open, naked as we came
One will spread our ashes round the yard

She says "if I leave before you, darling
Don't you waste me in the ground"
I lay smiling like our sleeping children
One of us will die inside these arms
Eyes wide open, naked as we came
One will spread our ashes round the yard