Ah, Empire Records, how I do love thee.
For you are always open till midnight
When I am low, I turn on your DVD
I sit still and watch the movie
And I am vindicated, I was right
People like me exist and can be cool
And that I should never lose sight
No matter how many people can be cruel
That I still matter and I rock and shite.
Oh dear, my poetry is worse than that hobo who sells his poetry in civic about how the world is a farm and we are the animals.
You see, I am trying to write a short story in time for monday but its just NOT happening! I seem to be going through a writers block or something; not that I'm much of a writer. But for school I guess I am one.
Oh dear. What could I possibly do? Maybe I'll start my guitar thing instead.
Also, by the way, I don't think I have started out very well on my aims thing in the lower post down there. You see, today I made so many crass remarks, said the F word too many times, honestly, I seem to swear like a... chimney. Heh.
Oh well, wish me luck.
x Lisasasasa
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