What is YOUR Highschool label?

Eeh Heh.

Some lyrics Kevy pasted to me earlier...which strangely enough are very appropriate. Linkin rules. I hope these lyrics are correct - but they're cool either way.

I'm so sick of the tension, sick of the hungry, sick of you acting like I owe you this
Find another place to feed your greed, while I find a place to rest
I wanna be in another place, I hate when you say you dont understand,
I wanna be in the energy, not with the enemy, a place for my head

Maybe someday I'll be just like you, and
Step on people like you do and
Run away the people I thought I knew
I remember back then who you were
You used to be calm, used to be strong
Used to be generous, but you should've known
That you'd wear out your welcome
Now you see how quiet it is, all alone

I woke up around 3, wondered why I wanted to get online. Wondered why I didn't stay in my cold bed. Wondered why Adia affects me not anymore. I'm here, and talking to Jase. He disturbs me, and we're taking about depression, anger, despair, knives, guns, death, hatred. Hmm. Lovely.

Building the perfect wall around your heart according to him: you need to lock your feelings away, except for the worst pain and betraylays and the time you hurt the most building your wall...big and strong. And when you're done... paint it with that pain, that rage... so its always there, easy to see so whenver you thinking of doing something stupid like falling for someone...you'll recall that. Here's the part that makes it perfect. When you have it most fresh, cut somewhere, tiny, nothing painful... like a white mark, ... the kind that stays with your forever ( ideally a big fucking scar on your palm so you'd feel it always, but that too much for this level). Then you just do set training...
Watch/ touch the mark and recall the pain. After doing it enough, one glance, and you're back in it.. Memory imprinting...It works...i've done the research...common tool for hypnosis

Here's the deal. My blog/writing will be my scar. My skin's all precious - my foot's already too scarred - and that's enough memory imprinting for lil ol me. This all reinforces the point that artists are at their best when depressed.

I like Rufus Wainwright.

Hey! I'm learning the trade of evil-bitch-chickiness. Hahahaha.Yesterday afternoon was fun. Boring annoying troll (sorry he reminds me of a little troll I have here - who isn't that hideous...but is still a troll...so there): messages asking about my day yesterday and so forth. Told him I was tired. He asked from what. I said hot sex. He was apparently taken aback and asked if I was kidding. Over and over. Muahhahaha! I said no comment. That shut him up well and good. Woo hoo!!
If only it were true. Shifting.