. . Love Laced In Cyanide . .

Today I have to wash my laundry, clean my room, do my homework, write some more poetry, find music to suit my poems, and more. Ugggh!!! At least my first load of clothing is done. I just have like a bazillion more things to do. I am such a procrastinator haha. I am totally going to have to copy my homework off someone else. I'll clean my room now while trying to clean it up. Then i'll start downloading instrumental music that will go with a poem about self-mutilation and rape. That will be fun, not. I'm thinking some Evanescence or Lacuna Coil. Which ever comes first. I forgot to mention the reason why I need poems and music. Well you see I am in this type of club called the Literacy Magazine. They are sponsoring an Open Mic Night, where students come up and speak, rap, sing, whatever as long as you are using a microphone. I guess it will be alright and all, as long as nobody tries to ruin it. That will probably piss the hell out of me because of all the hard work I am devoting to this night. I better get to work.

Ciao

Mood: Busy
Listening To: Atreyu - The Crimson
Reading: Romeo and Juliet
Watching: The days pass by...
Playing: With people's emotions
Eating: Nothing
Drinking: Water