if home is where the heart is then we're all just...

{insert bad word here}

fall out boy really knows how to say it.

coming home.

i really can't wait to get on that train tonight.

i really can't wait to get home tonight.

i really can't wait to see my baby tonight.

i really can't wait to be in your arms tonight.

dress up

sick belts yo.

i think i just might wear all these to rhetoric. i mean, i could't choose just one.

i miss my kitty love

mrrrow.

nice place

but there truly is no place like home. stephanie rotz was right. plus its kinda empty when she's at school. which seems to be always, because our schedules are the exact opposite of one another. how convenient. let's hope today is better than yesterday. if it counts, i'm more nervous. let the real games begin. first stop: drawing class. second stop: colour. oh how i love getting home at ten o clock each night.

got my picture taken

on my way to school today for the second time, (still waiting for the third), and my second outfit, i was bustling along queen street, being "too cool" for public transit, (yet sweating like a pig) and a young man asked to take my picture. (chrisrobinsonphoto.com) i'm going to be on a blog. he asked what i wanted to pursue with my life and i said "i'm going to be an artist!" he liked my shoes.

how's that for a first day?

(honestly, could have been better.)

maybe i dont want to leave,

maybe, i'd rather stay here with you.

not maybe, more like definitely.

i'll miss you every moment.

dreamcatcher

you hold all my dreams

in the webs of your fingers

interlaced with mine,

and my love resides

between the ridges

of your fingerprints

and the dirt under your nails.

hold me until the moon will fall

and smile.

rattle your bones and scream your enchantments,

to the bottom of the ocean,

swim with me.

for my dreams are no more than smoke

if it is not in your hands they sleep.