BREAKING NEWS:Man fatally shoots estranged wife in West Linn police parking lot.

I'm not sure why I don't write blogs as much anymore. It may be because my Writers Workshop class is over, which I passed by the way. Or it could be because I've been branching out and hanging out with people after school. Hey, it beats coming home everyday and lying in my bed. I've done too many years of that to even count.
Recently I have been hearing that people are worried about me not being social with the other Art Tech students. I was incredibly pissed off and annoyed once I heard this. Do the adults at my school watch me every second of every day to see who I talk to? I don't think so. I talk to a great majority of the kids there, it's just that there are some that I would rather not converse with. Especially the wanna-be goth punk rocker kids. Fucking posers.
Anyways, I don't believe that people should worry themselves with me. I come to school everyday, I'm rarely ever late, I turn my work in before anybody else and I get all my god damn credits. I don't even cause problems with other students. So why do they choose to keep an eye on me? I have know fucking clue. In my opinion, they have no idea what goes on in front of them. I think the school would be way better if they gave a damn about the kids who actually need help.
On a lighter note, I dyed my hair dark brown last night. It was getting to orange. And Lisa went and bought the new Portishead Cd. It's pretty amazing, I recommend buying it.

Tweet tweet. Beep.

I like the way you look at me, and the way you say my name.

I like the way your chest smells and the way you tell me you love me.

I like it when you kiss my forehead and the way I could live inside  your T-shirt.

I like the way you touch me and hold me. 

I like your cutie pie face and when you share your cigarettes. And the way you talk to Beans Cat.

I like our painting sessions, and never want them to end.

I like that I'm your Juliet.

I like my goodnight texts. 

I like the way you'll sit in my bad for hours and not get bored.

I like the way you move my hair out of my face.

I like the way you care about me.

I like that you'll listen to me rant all the way home.

I like that you're my Spency.

Cocaine nose jobs.

Any time? Yeah, that's what I thought too. I soon figured out, by watching him that it certainly was not true. At that point it was a complete let down, not to mention the buzz-kill that shortly followed. He entered the room by falling through the doorway. Everyone that was already there stopped what they were doing and just watched him as he rolled around on the floor laughing hysterically. One of the under-age girls broke the silence by asking "Well, shouldn't we, like, uh do something?" She obviously hadn't been to a party at the infamous Evan's house before. No one replied to her, which made her even more confused. I sat wondering why they even let her inside the house.
I had never seen her before and it wouldn't be bad if I never had to again. She was the type of girl that I spent my whole life trying to avoid. She tanned way to much, she looked like a tall glass of no-pulp orange juice. Her hair was bleached blond and there was dark brown roots showing through. That led me to the conclusion that she was just another follower. She sat on the brown couch with a clueless look on her face. Her legs were crossed and she dangled her black leather heel at the end of her toes. She finally notice me looking her up and down. She glared back and said "What the hell are you looking at???"
"Get the fuck out, aren't you still in high school?". I think she was surprised that I replied like that, she acted as if no one had ever stood up to her before. I got up and stepped over Evan who still lied on the ground, now passed out. I walked into the kitchen and got another Corona out of the fridge. I sat down on a chair and noticed Taylor sitting next to me shaking to get his next fix. He began to tap his fingers rapidly against his knee. It made me sick to see him like that, so I returned to the living room. To my satisfaction, the Hollywood wanna-be had left.
I sat down on the couch in the spot where she once was. I looked around at everybody, they were clearly enjoying themselves. I sure as hell wasn't, I was bored; bored with the people who sat around getting shit faced. Sometimes it bothered me. My mind faded back to the question I had asked my self earlier. Anytime? It was somewhat hard to comprehend. I didn't know what to do next.

He had a 45 that he always cleaned.

I'm at the point of thinking that you're to far gone now, it's too late. You used to be a good friend, probably about a year ago. Then you let the every day life consume your well being. It was depressing to see you fall harder and faster each day. I suppose that's the reason that I stopped hanging out with you. It was so childish, I couldn't believe it.
You got more immature every time I saw you, it got to the point of it being exhausting to talk to you. You need to pull yourself back to reality, how did you get so damaged?

Hey pretty.

It's sad because you put you're self between a bullet and a target. What about when it's the things you always think of? I don't know what will happen then. I've been seeing you for years. That mini bar was great, thank god you don't remember. I'd never touch another drink as long as I live. This is your last chance to kill the pain. I fight for my meals. Put on your party dress, please? Maybe if they weren't here it'd be better. She's kind of active though. Arrest this man, he talks in maths. I've given all I can. You gave this. Pealing furniture. The saucer turned pink. I bounce back quicker than most. It's sad to her like this. Want to hang out downtown? We can sit and think, I'll be waiting. Sometimes I miss Lux and Turner. They'll come back some day. Is this how you wanted it to be? I wish I was someone else. Fucking well come and find me. Can't anybody see? Sometimes it feels wrong. I leap across 304. I'd rather sleep in someones lap. Lets take the long way home. C'mon! I'll be part of the furniture. It was better in the past. I never see it.
I don't know where I've been, tell me everything that I did.