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Your Logical Intelligence is <b>Above Average</b>
Your Verbal Intelligence is <b>Above Average</b>
Your Mathematical Intelligence is <b>Average</b>
Your General Knowledge is <b>Genius</b></font></td></tr></table>
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So I'm the king of all these things of this mess I have made
Such a waste what a shame my whole life is a fake
Well I'm a bore and I'm sure I'm a thorn inside of you that has torn at you for years
The alcohol the demerol these things never could replace
What a minute with you could do to put a smile on my face
I'm a bore and I'm sure I'm a thorn inside of you that has torn at me for years
I can't get out of this dead skin I can't shed my skin
I'm not sure where to begin why can't I begin again
I can't get under my dead skin I can't shed my skin
Can I sleep 'til then

Phenobarbitol and alocohol these two surely will do
To knock me out keep me down at least a day or two
When I'm awake I can taste how bitter I've become
And it's more than I can bear somedays I pray someone will blow me away
Make it quick but let it burn so I can feel my life fade
Well I'm a waste and I can taste how bitter I've become
And it's more than I can bear
I can't shed my skin
I can't shed my skin

Basically how I feel right now...an abyssal hole within me.

In chemistry yesterday, we started to go over safety rules...seeing as we have a lab coming up on Monday and all.

Anyways, we got on the topic of fire safety. Our teacher said that if we caught on fire not to "stop, drop, and roll", because we had tile floors, and it wouldn't help.

I got the mental picture of a human rotating like a chicken on a rotisserie over an open flame. I could even hear the spit going squeak, squeak, squeak as it turned. I was hysterical too the point I couldn't stop laughing.

Jacob and I were talking about it later. I spoke of possibly being related to Vlad the Impaler.

He agreed with me, saying it would explain a lot of things: my morbid sense of humor and my temperment (being the most prominent).

Well, do you think I'm related to the infamous Dracula?

Yeah, I dusted this thing off. It's called Teenage Dream.

Shutting yourself away
You'll never hurt
That way
Screaming out your name
They'll never hear
Your whisper
Fighting again fate
They'll tear you down
Never drown
Tracing your scars
They'll give five more slices
A bad habit
Growing numb from them
Insanity has office
A teenage dream.


Thanks to my good friend Bess for her permission to use the "five more slices a bad habit" part. Lurve you Bess.