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.