She's got the eyes of a panther.

So..
I just spent the last half an hour thinking about the super deep and soulful post I was going to write, but now I'm here I realise that its pointless. Why bother writing about "her" and "him" and memories of places if I can't use names? And I think if I used names I'd be forced to realise how pathetic and weak I sound. Maybe soon it'll get better, or maybe I'll spend another 17 years alone. That doesn't sound so bad right?

So what to say? My hair is firmly into "long hair" territory, which is fun. I have it in a ponytail most of the time, otherwise I can't see :D.

I listened to Slipknot today, in preparation for Soundwave in less than two weeks. Should be good.

Whatever.

I bet a hundred bucks I don't even cross your mind.