and so it begings: "The Crunch" two acts, a requium, and one ruined life.

nothing extrodinary to report.

as usual.

besides my hair being massivly curly. im fariyl excited for tomorrow, i love my dress, dancing not so much, but i love my dress. maybe even a luve thing.

Dont Rock The Boat opens 2...count them...2 weeks from this excat date. thus: APUSH exam in 2 weeks. i really should go read a chapter or two, insted of my bad fiction streak im on.

do you even wakeup from this stange sudo-slumber around midnight and have this rising passion deep withen you to go find some bad(not even bad ass, just bad) fiction?

because its happening to me way more then i usually like, on a month or so is fine, but its becoming every other book i read is some horrible bestseller about a stolen painting or the like. something thats worse(yes i know, hard to do) then the DaVinci code. now i liked angles and deamons, anything that you can flip upside down can facinate my for days, but this, not so much.

maybe ill dive into the new New Yorker my the picina. a pretend the AP exams are some far off cloud.

flash