Paisley just isn't the same without your violence and sarcastic remarks.

I think I will make my bedtime 11:27 on school nights if nothing is happening otherwise, because it has a nice ring to it.

I'm writing poetry week by week, line by line, in that order.

Maybe it'll mold into a work of art someday.

Dylan, I want to see you like none other. The mountains are lonely without you.

"I find it weird that I only like things that don't make sense. Since nothing in life actually makes sense, things that really have no logic are a comfort in a world on disarray. Hollywood movies portray things that have a purpose, reason, and a conclusion, but all those things don't exist in the real world. And in my life especially, I have never known stability, true love, or things as they should be, so by watching things considered odd and normal, they are life-like to me for that is what life truly is. People have faulty expectations of themselves and of life because of poorly portrayed stories in the media, and it's really sad. And.. this all makes sense to me. I dunno why, I just always found it interesting how Chaos and Serenity go hand in hand."
Evan Wagoner has got to be one of my heroes.

I've gotta stop editing this post.

That's all I can think to say.

(I keep remembering the first time I got electrically shocked through a vacuum. And the title is a reference to Bauserman. NOW I'm done.)