"C'mere, Jesus, I got somethin' to show ya."

It kinda makes me very sad that I didn't get to rant about SyVa.

My lyrics to 'My Skin' are just amazing. I'll find myself just saying, "Angel sweet love of my life," or "Do you remember the way that you touched me before?" or "They say that promises sweeten the blow," or, above all, "you better shut your mouth, and hold your breath, you kiss me now, you'll catch your death," in school, under my breath, to myself, completely by accident, like they're so pretty I can't keep them to myself.

Speaking of uncontrolled-ness, I read a book about OCD today that was pretty amazing. It was really short and a teen book, but it was super intense insight on OCD. It's called 'Kissing Doorknobs.' I am just so, so glad that I'm not really OCD. Because it's a damn scary illness.

Sang various songs from 'Godspell' all day. It's just not good. This also might have something to do with the fact that there was  Gospel concert at school today that lots of classes attended. How that was in any way legal was just anyone's guess, but whatever.

I should really, you know, start my extended essay. As it's due next tuesday.

And the Alias radio is over. I am so sad. And poor. Emphasis on the poor part.

( Remember when I called Syd 'Barb?' )

ETA: LJ is stoopid. Now I've created a fanvid and entirely ignored math. And my EE. Ah, priorities.