The Difference Between You and Me is That I'm Not On Fire, Or Something Like That

I don't feel like writing because I have nothing to talk about, but I really want to write. Because that makes perfect sense, shut up. 


So Wednesday I got a haircut, which I am pretty excited about. I'm dying it. Some time, in the future, which is pretty frickin' exciting and stuff. 


The Sun Shines On a Rainy Day
The Cameras Tell me what to say
And We don't wait,
For that second hand to move


Alright. So I have this English teacher. Well of course I only have one, I don't know why anyone would have more than one English teacher at a time. It's like having more than one car, or house. You only use one so why do you need two? So this lady, well, she reminds me of Dolores Umbridge. I swear to Harry Potter, she is the scariest lady I have ever met. I just want to slap her every time she smiles at me. She makes us take notes on short stories but we don't get to write them. She's evil. Anyway, she gave us this disgusting project, (The 15th one this school year) about Henry V. No discussions, no books have been mentioned about Henry V, I really don't know what he has to do with English, because she didn't tell us, she just handed out the project description with subjects to do our project on.  Oh the Kooks are on, it's impossible for me to think unhappy thoughts. Sorry, this blog is over. As if you were enjoying this anyway.

"Looks are deceiving, making me believe it,
And these tiresome paper dreams
Paper dreams, honey
So won't you go far,
Tell me you're a keeper
Not about to lie down for cause
But you don't pull my strings 
Cuz I'm a better man,
Moving on to better things."