Bunraku Seirei

The night starts here, the night starts here; forget your name, forget your fear.

That is what I am listening to right now. Epic indeed. Such Great Heights by the Postal Service has been stuck in my head all day, but it is a wonderful song and so I am not complaining! I hate being trapped in my own head. I do. It's dark and murky and there's lots of yellow and orange--I abhor orange--and brown and blue and Thursday is costume day at school.

Right, so I wonder how many girls are going to break dress code with their costumes?

As if they didn't break dress code already...

But I shan't be one to judge. Shan't is a perfectly good word by the way, but this one guy in this one class made fun of me for it this one time. But it didn't make me that sad.

Jeremy has pretty eyes. Just saying.

Simon was sick today, so for a while I was feeling pretty bummed. But I don't think he likes me anyway, and I realized I was getting my hopes up for virtually nothing. No, nothing. Well, friendship, but I am learning that if I don't try quite so hard things work out anyway. Thank you, God, thank you. Amen.

In the middle ages, serfs and nobles and everyone had to go to church for eight hours on Sunday. And serfs sat in the back. They couldn't talk and the readings were in Latin. They sat on their knees until their knees were numb and scraped and then they sat on their knees some more. Falling asleep meant being whipped.

My teacher told me that, and her name is Mrs. Slifer, and today she tried to prove that people were scared of her. She used this one kid named Ryan.

Today I learned the true use of the doo-rag. I am proud.

And I think whoever wrote Such Great Heights is a genius.

That is all.