OpenYourEyes.

I need a little more luck than a little bit
Cuz every time I get stuck the words won’t fit
And every time that I try I get tongue tied
I need a little good luck to get me by

I need a little more help than a little bit
Like the perfect one word no one’s heard yet
Cuz every time that I try I get tongue tied
I need a little good luck to get me by this time

I know it feels like the end
Don’t want to be here again
And we could help each other off the ground so we never fall down again
What it takes I don’t care
We’re gonna make it I swear
And we could help each other off the ground so we never fall down again

TODAY!@#%^)*^%#!#%^*trdfyhjd&%aw#$y%^ue




thats all.

Sooo I’m in Photography right nowwww
Just finished my midterms for today

I feel really confident about my American History Midterm for some reason, but I know I’m always like “yeah I killed it!” but then I get my results back and the words “EPICFAIL” are scrawled across the top -_- paha.
also did my photography midterm which was somewhat RIDICULOUS ha it’s like
666. A picture is composed of
a. Pixels
b. Drugs
c. Sex
d. None of the above

Ok, well obviously it didn’t say THAT but it might have well!

So, I think I should get paid for the amount of people I get to join Tumblr, everyone sees mine and is like OMG I WANT ONEE [makes one!] , seriously. [JAYMIIII]

I’m so glad it’s a freaking half day and tomorrow is another half dayyy and then ULTRA with Kathy Sharon and Ashley @#$%^&* just like the olden dayyyys.
Might go to Ashley’s friends hotel afterrr but idonno, we’lll seeeee
Speaking of the upcoming days, i’m so terrified for Doc’s midterm exammm, he said that if our midterm grades doesnt match our class grade ( I have an A ) then hell drop us a grade. SOOOO We’ll see how THAT goes. But who know’s maybe ill suprise THE WORLD!

Jaymi is on Tumblr next to me looking for hot guys but is getting kind of upset caus eall shes finding is girls
Bianca is on the other side of me OBSESSING over Barry University haha
she aspires to dress her room in Barry affiliated items and her dog as well O.O

Well, That enough for right now, an hour left of schooool
probably gonna go home and SLEEEEEP

OH! and last night at work was AMAZING
so much fun, like it was pretty ridiculous
before I had went to work I bought my sister her belated birthday presents, I got her HSM3 and Twilight and we ended up watching HSM3 on the big screen at work aha
GOOD TIMES

Shadows all around you
As you surface from the dark
Emerging from the gentle grip
Of night’s unfolding arms
Darkness, darkness everywhere,
Do you feel all alone?
The subtle grace of gravity,
The heavy weight of stone
You don’t see what you possess,
A beauty calm and clear
It floods the sky and blurs the darkness
Like a chandelier
All the light that you possess
Is skewed by lakes and seas
The shattered surface, so imperfect,
Is all that you believe

I will bring a mirror,
So silver, so exact,
So precise and so pristine,
A perfect pane of glass
I will set the mirror up
To face the blackened sky
You will can see your beauty every
Moment that you rise

Like a car stuck in gear,
a chicken too stupid to tell
its head is gone,
or sound ratcheting on
long after the film
has jumped the reel,
or a phone
ringing and ringing
in the house they have all
moved away from,
through rooms where dust
is a deepening skin,
and the locks unneeded,
so I go on loving you,
my heart blundering on,
a muscle spilling out
what is no longer wanted,
and my words hurtling past,
like a train off its track,
toward a boarded-up station,
closed for years,
like some last speaker
of a beautiful language
no one else can hear.

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message ‘He is Dead’
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.