me!!!
It's amazing how many times this year people have thought I'm going out with someone. Some have been disturbing, some have been funny, and some I just think about where those rumors came from...
Anywho... I was talking to Jesse earlier (one of the few time's I'd actually talk on the phone... of course I was trying to play piano at the same time which didn't work out so well, but isn't really important anyways...). Yeah, she's another person who wants to go out with me now. And that last statement sounded really arrogant...
The thing is, I don't get how all these people can say they like me... or, excuse me, LOVE me... And, of course, I still don't understand what that word really means... But how can it be that these people ALL say that... I guess I'm really too much of a softie at heart. I don't want to go out with some girl because it'll break another girl's heart. Maybe that's why I'm so unlucky in the area... just not enough flutter to take a jump head first and hope I'm getting somewhere...
Kind of sums up parts of life...
Oh!! I should go get my poem right now... it's gonna be long (this is just the start of it), and it may take a few months to write with my work ethic.

It starts off with everything all right,
But from the gunshot, one knows it isn't true.
Fourteen runs of a rock in the night,
These things don't seem to be improving.
The once hallowed ground, so pure a foundation,
Has found a way to rot and become
Wicked. And only the master here
Appreciates the destruction he caused.

The house had done well, at least
In twelve passing revolutions.
Time bided, waiting for its chance
To prove the man idle.
Hel left his land, eager to know
What was being held beyond the boarders.
Ultimately, his quest would show that sisters
Love and Hate were bound by short chains.

As he passed through his silver gates, he found
Wasteland, barren and useless for salvation.
And yet, the man found this new world a beauty,
So different from his royal housing.
Living his previous life in such glory of a manor,
Wonderful becaume mediorcre to his eyes.
A simple change of the world around him
Let him see Variety is true beauty.

An oasis was known to be not far away.
Searching, he found it occupied by
Fair Maiden. Wailing raised from her throat;
The poll long since filled with acid.
Frantic, he pondered a way to save Fair Maiden.
Never, he believed, should his own life be risked;
Even for such treasure as Love. Head hung low,
He traipsed on through the playground of brothers Life and Death.

A century gone to take civilization;
Second of the lies this man was told.
The firus that took the world by storm
Man, himself, was programmed to nurture.
So came to be the desolation, rotting, hopeless,
Homeland to the silence of chaos.
Death, theme of the Eighth Day, finished
The Spectre's work, and Nature's undoing.

As foot sank lower into burning sand
The man then pondered this paradox about him:
In the land where only Moon shines,
How does Earth smolder so?
Looking to the Eastern Sky, sunrise seemed to be
Testing Night, and soon the truth was revealed to man.
A golden cube, high walls of the city, was Light's source;
This man had entered the Devil's Kingdom.


Yeah, so that's the start (this poem is about some of my life experiences for you dolts out there...)
Nick tired... Nick leave now...

lie