Mmm.

"This is something I have to do for myself."

You never end up seeing the red lines. They see you. So, I guess I was absent today. This makes me angry, confused, and nervous. I am writing from the comfort of my living room. We had to move the computer/desk downstairs for my brother, as he is moving into our upstairs middle room. We got ourselves a family again, I guess. Malcom is most definitely in the middle. Oh, how I wonder if the rocks will put aside their sharp ends and begin softening along with the hot steam. Proudly rocking between shores and gurgling salt. Black sheets underneath weights of deep blue.

Don't take any of this too seriously. I am not putting too much thought into it. So I have awful scheduling issues and my schoolwork is sortof put on hold right now. It isn't my fault anymore, not for the two dories or the red lines. Mrs. Shaw's 1st period Biology class is full, apparently. Walter H. White most certainly was depressed. Fugue state? Yes, definitely. Thursday. Yes, everything will be fine, you will be fine. 6 of the clock in the evening and I'll be speaking with a bearded, bespectacled fellow with a large wooden desk and bookshelf of knowledges and facts on interpreting young bloods. Moses throws up his hands and says, "Fooey!" to the black sea, instead the desk holds little boats to sail. But a kid like me, afraid of the ocean and all...can I float all the way?

Happy elephants, there is no such thing. The Wilsons have a thing for elephant figurines. Hopefully the fun I'll have with Michael tonight will somehow part the black sea. Chinese food, Halo Reach...haha. "I'm hungry".

Glass angels, you can see through them. And what's behind them isn't too promising.

Ladada. Ladada. Ladadada.