Hey everyone! I'm actually writing this, as my internet isn't being ghey as usual. I can't believe it. Anyway. Nothing has been going on in my life. I'm back at school (bummer!) and theres never anything to do! Ashley (toomuchgirlforu) is at my house! And we've been doing absolutely nothing all weekend. Ohh..Tomorrow is Labour Day..so..Happy Labour Day..which is a ghey holiday. But we are outta school! Go us. Hmm, the summer of '06 is nearing! Yay. Which means only a school year til' the best guy in the world, aka my baby, comes over. If he does. I'm saving up for a plane ticket for him. That is, if his dad doesn't give him the money! I'm getting him here! No matter what. I swear it. On August the 21st I went to WWE SummerSlam. Which is live pro wrestling in case some of you didn't know. Oh. I wanna type a song by Fall Out Boy..So here we go.

*I've Got a Dark Alley and a Bad Idea That Says You Should Shut Your Mouth*

Joke me something aweful just like the kisses on the neck of "best friends". We're the kids who feel like dead ends, and I want to be known for my hits and not just my misses. I took a shot and didn't even come close, at trust and love and hope. And the poets are just kids who didn't make it, who never had it at all. And the record won't skipping and the lies just won't stop slipping, and besides my reputations on the line. We can fake it for the airways, force our smiles, baby, half dead. From comparing myself to everyone else around me. Please put the doctor on the phone 'cause I'm not making any sense. Blame everyone but me for this mess. And my back has been breaking from this heavy heart. We never never seemed so far. I'm hopelessy hopeful that you're just hopeless enough, but we never had it at all.

It's a beautiful song. Heh. Not really, but I'm attracted to it. But heres another one I'm quite attracted to.

*I Slept With Someone From Fall Out Boy and All I Got Was ThisStupid Song Written About Me.*

I found the cure to growing older, and you're the only place that feels like home. Just so you know, you'll never know. and some secrets weren't meant to be told, I found the cure to growing older. I'm the first kid to write of hearts, lies, and friends. And I'm sorry my conscience called in sick again. And I've got arrogance down to science. Douse yourself in cheat purfume, it's so fitting of the way you are, you can't cover it up. Find a safe place, brace yourself bite your lip. I'm sending your fingernails in empty bottles you've sipped, back to your family 'cause I know you will be missed. They call kids like us vicious and carved out of stone, but for what we've become we just feel more alone. Always weigh what I've lost against. What I've left. Progress report: I'm missing you to death. Someone old. No one knew. Feeling borrowed. Always blue. Someone old. No one knew. Always borrowed. Always you.

Aww, that song is even better. But I must be going for now. Because I'm so tired of typing. So I'll write more later, when I get the patience to fool with this old PC. Love always -Nicole