flickering candles

I offically look like a chipmonk. The nickname from willy has manifested itself into a more real reality...reality blows...

School starts tomorrow and not all that thrilled to be returning. Sure, its great fun to see friends, tease certain teachers, but its still school.

And the sad thing is, right now i am there by choice. I cant whine or complain that i'm being forced to go (while, thats not completely true, as my parents think i should be going), as i have alreayd technically graduated in all but the word. Now,i am just going to take some classes i will need to help me get into university. Hot damn.

Grad pictures are speeding their way up. I cant believe it. Grad. Such a stepping stone, and yet, but the time we actually attend the ceremony, the awe will have passed and it will just be an over exazurated night. Of course, all the grads i've attended, not including my garde 8 grad, were for others and i might feel differently. So much has happened since grade 8.....

Life is a mysterous thing.

So is skin. I love skin. I know that must sound rather odd to many, but i dont care. Skin is amazing. Just like the skin cream commercial said. And being a creature of touch (yes, if i see it, i will most likely need to touch it too), it makes the experience more enjoyable.

Tra la la la la la.

There is hope even on the darkest of nights, whether it be a candle flickering in the wind, or a bondfire, ever growing, ever consuming.