Just off the key of reason.

Mhmhm. I am. Right now anyway.
It's 6am in five minutes.
The sun is risen.
I'm sitting in my bed, watching the orange light as
my RRRRRRRRRRR key keeps FUCKING UP and making my flow...
die.

My eyelids ae sandpaperr.
GOODNIGHT.

It's hott.
And I'm bored.
Audition time.

dont have alot to say. sometimes dont you just want winnie cooper and kevin arnold to end up together?

summer feels good in my head.

do something high five worthy today.
Summer feels good in my head too.
I did few things highfive worthy.
Though something noteworthy::

IT'S A BILLION AND FUCKING ONE OUT SIDE,

I SWEAR. MY EYELIDS FEEL LIKE THEY ARE

FUCKING MELTING. D;

''as if to say, you are mine.''

FUCKING keyboard is messing up.
I`ll fix it later. XP

http://youtube.com/watch?v=R9PqjMSNfkU

myspace.com/owlcity

WLCTYFTW.

LUL.

K. Um..headache.
Sore throat.
Too much energy.
Um...yeah.

Is almost 12.
I prolly will sleep soon.
Head, meet pillow.
Brain, meet sleep.
Yummy.

I feel like I've been shut away in a cupboard for months.
And only now,
in the light of summer, I am being released.
The cobwebs are getting dusted off, and I can see the sun.

I feel like I've been holding my breath.
Like I couldn't breathe,
until now.
My lungs are open with fresh air;
it fills me entirely.

I feel like I hadn't slept in days,
only to take a nice long nap and realize how
good it feels to sleep.

I am a starving man,
tasting the sweetest cake for the
first time.

Life is good,
for the most part.
I can appreciate it,
now.
Most of all, now.

As the fragile rays of sun-light shatter into my bedroom.
The sun:
it breaks up into the sky,
Shining rays and clear blue.

I am alive, again.

It's getting light out.
4:25AM.
I'm still awake.
4:28AM.
Just watched some crazy video
where cell phones make popcorn.
Crazy, yeah?

'Straing this choas:
turn it into light.

I've gotta see you one last night.

Before the lions take their share;
leave us in pieces,
scattered everywhere.

Just give me a chance to hold on:
just give me something to hold on to...

It's so clear now,
that you are all that I have.'

^^4:30 - 4:33^^

4:31AM:: Looking for some fool to chat too.
It's not working.
Weird noises coming from the living room.
I dont feel like investigating.

4:32::

'There is a darkness deep in you:
a frightening magic I cling to..'

Song is over.
It's 4:35, and I got distracted by the board games section of TS.

4:36:
'had the time to realize, that we were wrong..'

Tired of this.

My life is officially ruined.
For serious.
I hate everything.

My new oldnavy shirt that looks soo good,
is fucking gone somewhere.

Camp is fucked.
Because MOM forgot to tell them we had a new number,
so they couldn't confirm with us that the time I was going was what we wanted,
so I didn't get that time,
now I have to go in august.
And it was supposed to be for 2weeks,
because I wanted adventure camp,
but no.
When we phoned there and had to re-set upeverything,
someone fucked it up.
AND we appearantly didn't pay enough money.

I fucking..
fuck.
I hate everything.

Listening to Lightspeed Champion tonight.



'STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM YOU.'



ROFL. I think....a certain someone would like this song.

He'd sing it well.

Since..well.

We all know he thinks I'm a stupid bitch, rofl.



Hm. Yes.

Thinking about that alot.

But whatever.

Building my sleepy-time playlist, then going to bed.



Did I mention Tany has a computer?

And if going to Cali in fucking..like..7 days?

I'll miss her so much. D:

Anyway.



'So fuck off bitch,

stay the fuck away from me.

Biiiiiiiiittttcchhh.

Stay the fuck away from me.

Oh girl,

Stay the fuck away from me.

Oh girlllllllllllllllll

Stay the fuck AWAY FROM MEEEEEEE!

Oh yeah.'



<33333333333333

"Oh it's thankin' me! My old computer never said that to me. It was stupid and only said ' YOU HAVE LOW DISK SPACE' " - LOL. I love tany.

Cramps.
Cramping.
Crap.

ROFL. CRABS.

Anyway. Yes.
It's that time of the month.
Bleh.
I feel...sick.
And my throat hurts. D:

Cleaned the kitchen.
This house is fully of lazy crapbags.
*coughcough* JAMES.

Good night.
I dont deserve this sleepless night.
My head hurts.

And also..

Wake up, you're a drama queen.
Carry on like your supposed to be.
Get away.
Hurry up, C'mon.

How long have you been in your bedroom?
It's been three days straight with your sheets and your pillow,
The clock on the wall is a reminder...

.................

I know I shouldn't let it get to me,
But it does,
and Who am I kidding?!

FTSK <3

Take my photo off the wall if it just wont sing,
for you.

'Cause all that's left is gone away
and there nothing there for you
to prove.

Ohh..look what you've done.
You've made a fool of everyone.

Ohh, well, it seems like such fun.
Until you lose what you had won.

Give me back my point of view,
'Cause I just can't think for you.

I can hardly hear you say,
"what should I do?"

Well, you choose.

Yes'm.

When you get what you want but not what you need...
When you feel so tired but you can't sleep..
Stuck in reverse.

And the tears come streamin' down your face
When you lose something you can't replace.
When you love someone, but it goes to waste.

Could it be worse?

///////////

Look how they shine for you...
and everything you do...

Man, I'd love the second song if it wasn't calleda colour I hate.

Listening to Charlotte Sometimes, Coldplay and Jet.
Loving every minute of it.

I want the moon and the stars,
I want the whole nine yards.
I want your hands on my hips
and your lips on my lips.

I want the moon and the stars,
I want the whole nine yards. I take off your shirt,
you pull up my skirt.

And I can't wait forever boy.

And the moon...and the stars..
and the look in your eyes...

And so the lamp said..

"You are in great danger.

We have been trying to warn you,

but you reisted, and we thrive upon fear."

I shuddered then, clearly afraid.

But this light fixture seemed more incontrol then the last time

we had met, only hours before.

I opened my mouth to speak,

and a harsh voice spit to me;

"SILENCE."

I recoiled, as if burned.

The voice was so powerful when it wished to be,

and I regretted the light instantly.

And hated, hated my loathing of darkness.

It`s 2AM.
And I can`t sleep.
The room is dark,
and music is in my ears.
Calm.
But not.
A headache.
A longing.
I miss Tany. I wish we had hung out today.

God.
I'm such a sap, right?

Anyway.
Hm..
bored to death over here.

I have audition on my computer!!!!!!!!!!
I'll post a screenshot in a bit.
OKAY?

K.
Baii. :]

'But somehow I'm still alive inside
You took my breath,
but I survived
I don't know how,
but I don't even care '

School is over in 7 days.
I feel like I can breathe no that there is a
PLAN.
A way I'm going.
And it's sunny and warm and beautiful.

Anyway.
Funny story.

So. This table of guys,
are sitting in the mall food court.
This girl is a bit away, with her back to them.
One guy, walks up.
Talking about some lame stuff, 'spitting his game' whatever.
And the guys at the table,
are giving signals for what he should do.
Me and Tany see all of this, since we're just a bit away.
And we see everything thats happening.
Miss girl here though, she has no clue.
And give him her number, and he goes off all happy.
Him and his boys are all like 'oooohhh'.
Etc.
And then she walks away all showey offy.

WTF IS THAT?!?!
I mean, the guy was totally lame.
I wouldn't have bought what he was trying to sell.

Tany is writing bad things about me.

No fairr.

Kkkkkk.

Soooooooooooooooo

it's 2Am and I have NOTHING to do.



Besides...sleep.

Ew.

I dont wannnnnnnnnaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!







?

And so...

I stood and started to pick up the pieces of glass.
But, as if sensing me there,
the ligthbulb of the lamp started to re-assemble itself.
Tiny fragments flying to each other; like magnets.
The lamp itself straightened and stood.
As this was happening, I backed away, towards my bed,
shivering there like a coward.

And then, it started to speak.
It's voice computerized;
the voice of a robot.
It said...

Dollface said i was out of the loop today.
That miffed me so much.
We like..had a fight.
But is okay.
Because Iwas smushy.

"I'm sure Ali can stand to not have me for one weekend."

'No. I can't.

It makes me anxious to be away from you.'

"AWWWWWWWW!

REALLY?"


Enough said.
I won.
End of discussion.
ROFL.
I've said that alot today,haven't I?

Christopher Cuffaro--Treason Season has started early this year as a nuclear sub was highjacked by local man Homer Simpson. says:
write?
[Alicia] says:
Write...
[Alicia] says:
write what?
[Alicia] says:
I have nothing to write.
[Alicia] says:
And anyway. That makes noise too. If I type the keyboard makes the 'clackclackclackclack' sound.
Christopher Cuffaro--Treason Season has started early this year as a nuclear sub was highjacked by local man Homer Simpson. says:
lol
Christopher Cuffaro--Treason Season has started early this year as a nuclear sub was highjacked by local man Homer Simpson. says:
turn it off
[Alicia] says:
Turn what off?
Christopher Cuffaro--Treason Season has started early this year as a nuclear sub was highjacked by local man Homer Simpson. says:
the computer
[Alicia] says:
But then what will I do?
Christopher Cuffaro--Treason Season has started early this year as a nuclear sub was highjacked by local man Homer Simpson. says:
sleep
Christopher Cuffaro--Treason Season has started early this year as a nuclear sub was highjacked by local man Homer Simpson. says:
relax
Christopher Cuffaro--Treason Season has started early this year as a nuclear sub was highjacked by local man Homer Simpson. says:
daydream
[Alicia] says:
Pshh. That'll go real well. I'll day dream about the lamps turning on me one day, and cooking me to a crisp like some cake batter in an easy bake oven. And then, after I daydream about that, I wont sleep.
[Alicia] says:
At all.
Christopher Cuffaro--Treason Season has started early this year as a nuclear sub was highjacked by local man Homer Simpson. says:
happy daydream
Christopher Cuffaro--Treason Season has started early this year as a nuclear sub was highjacked by local man Homer Simpson. says:
lol
[Alicia] says:
Isn't it just?
[Alicia] says:
I really think the easybake oven bit was a nice touch.
Christopher Cuffaro--Treason Season has started early this year as a nuclear sub was highjacked by local man Homer Simpson. says:
lol
Christopher Cuffaro--Treason Season has started early this year as a nuclear sub was highjacked by local man Homer Simpson. says:
psycho yes
[Alicia] says:
I think I will write.
[Alicia] says:
This daydream will be a nice addition to my blog.
Christopher Cuffaro--Treason Season has started early this year as a nuclear sub was highjacked by local man Homer Simpson. says:
there you go
[Alicia] says:
Not really.
[Alicia] says:
All I'll do is copy/paste this in.
Christopher Cuffaro--Treason Season has started early this year as a nuclear sub was highjacked by local man Homer Simpson. says:
lol
Christopher Cuffaro--Treason Season has started early this year as a nuclear sub was highjacked by local man Homer Simpson. says:
no added details?
[Alicia] says:
Perhaps.
[Alicia] says:
If I feel like it.

MORE DETAILS:::
THE STORY OF LAMPS GOING ALL EVIL AND WHATEVERRR.

One day, I was daydreaming.

Sitting away in my bed...trying to fall asleep.

Relaxed, but restless.

And just as I think about how light can kill you...

the lamp flickers on.

It's once dark bulb is now bright with a fiery, pale yellow

glow.

("This story is going to be epic."

'Lol.

Good.')

And suddenly, its after me.

I turn, trying to stumble out of a mass of blankets and

sheets and pillows,

but it's got me.

The cord wrapped around my neck in a vice-like death choke.

I can feel my face turning purple.

Breath comes in a gasp, until there is no more.

I reach for the switch on the lamp...

(Lol.)

My fingers reach nothing.

It was only a dream.

I have awoken to a bright morning,

and sparkling blue skies.

But my neck is sore..

and the lamp lies a few feet away...

broken and bent.

The glass making my carpet shine like a night sky.

Maybe it was no dream after all...

That makes sense..but I dont understand why you wouldn't die.

'Nough said.

ROFL.
Not really.

Having a discussion about 'Time echos'.
Or rather, hiccups.

Interesting. Interesting.
Mhmhm.

Lots of things going on.

Like doing school online.
Job hunting.
New music to listen to; crystalcastles.

MHMHM.

ALSO,
LIGHT KILLS YOU.
END OF DISCUSSION.
I WIN.