RedHeadNinja

One of those days again. "Hello, mom, get out of my room, I'm awake." Yeah, we've all been there, but does it really matter? No, not really. In the long run of life, does it really matter if we miss the first 3 periods of school? I mean, its not like the cop at the entrance of the parking lot is going to run you off to jail, the bucket 'o lard. Wait, you have that super-important test 3rd. So only two extra periods of sleep, dammit. You can't wait untill your next paid check, then you can get that plumber's van, and install a 54 inch futon in the back for when you need a quick sleep fix. But, wait, you can't, so just wake up, brush your teeth

Right off of the bat, the name of this journal has nothing to do with the journal itself, beside the placeholder bit. I have been recently smitten by a group called Strata, and I think that you must check them out. Myspace and Purevolume, all that Jazz. But that's not what I'm here for. If I was to talk about music, then I would be here for a month. Then, I would bring in some big guns, and bring in a music stud friend of mine. I'm here to talk about judgments. Now, I've been called "emo" before, and just blew it off. What really makes me wonder is what drives other people, the ones in the baggy clothes and 16lbs. of jewelry, to talk down the

Back again. Have you ever got those days where you wake up really early, I mean really early, and you know that you're just going to hit the snooze button a couple dozen times, no matter if you miss your bus, right? I mean, the school is only 2 miles away. It's worth the few more minutes of precious state of the blank mind, if only to relive you from the upcoming tests in half your classes. I wish I could have a day like that. But, alas, the floor gremlins like to play tennis in my mind with year-old socks and musty gym clothes. It's almost a blessing when the radio blares at you to get your sorry ass out of the warm folds of the bed. Next th