heys.
it's 1015hrs. gonna get ready for sch soon. sigh~
if only it were that near. Zz..

mm, don't feel like typing everythingout here so..
here's smth Josh wrote instead. Enjoy.

"Hope is the bird with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops, at all

And the sweetest, in the Gale, is heard
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird,
That kept so many warm

I've heard it in the chillest land
And on the strangest sea
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a thing, of me.



My new thing today is to take the bus to sch. haha.