Everything except homework

This break I managed to clean my room, organize my desk drawers to perfection, finally put together that music stand in my closet, and organize my clothes(picking which ones to throw out, and putting the new ones in). On Monday we had gone to see dead people(mummy's). It's great how I managed to do practically everything except my homework.

mountains and roofs

Ahh, I'm tired, and have the feeling of a beautiful break coming to an end. I dislike that feeling, so much I try and do stuff to distract myself from it. I finally got up into the mountains again after a long winter and stretched my legs. I really like it up in high places. I like the feeling of the wind, and the smell of it. I would always try to find ways to get on top of the roofs of the shed and things around my old house. I've never fallen, but there are other dangers besides that..

Ivy Bridge Amv

This is cute. After I saw this, I went and watched the show= Usagi Drop(Bunny drop). I had a large affect on me when I first saw it, mainly to do with my littlest brother. In the end, family is what really matters.

Eating the Media

I 'eat' the books, movies, shows,music, etc., that I like. I eat it all up, just like Bungaku Shoujo...except not so literally. It gets tasteless eating the same thing over and over again, so I've been trying to find other ones that are also tasty. I'm like a survivor on some t.v. show. I go days without finding any food.... and I cry myself to sleep (idiot found).

Punch.

It's always awkward when you only know how to give a half-hearted punch. When you're half-baked and simply don't know what the heck you're doing.

Scissorhands

Scissorhands! Reminds me of Edward scissorhands, that movie. A cover by clear. Read the lyrics.

lyrics

original song by Miku

guitar cover by Osamuraisan

Dusk

My favorite time of all is dusk. I love the colors, and I love the feeling of calm that comes with the setting of the sun. The slip of time between day and night; when the city lights turn on like a million stars. Around each of those stars are planets; around each of those lights are people. Each person holds a thousand stories just waiting to be whispered like a bed-time lullaby. The indigo sky waiting for it's stars. It only stays a few minutes. The last twittering of the birds, the smell of a sweet rainy breeze. A gentle caress away from life; a rift in time. Timeless. My favorite time of all.