Scratch Your Name In My Side

I was going to post the lyrics to the song I wrote sometime last week on here, but then I decided otherwise. I think that once I put it to some music, if I feel comfortable enough, I might play and record it with my camera and then upload and post it here. I should probably do that anyway; it would most likely help me on that journey.
This morning was horrid. I succumbed to loss for someone who had no relevance to me. I feel so bad for them and their pain that caused them to transform into a creep. I'll be praying that they don't end up a serial killer or in Hell... or both.
I also wasn't able to get to school until about noon. Having only two classes for the day wasn't that bad though.
Afterwards, I came home, talked to Whit, then took some things to the consignment and GoodWill. When I was done I hung out with Stephanie, Zach, and Andrew for a few hours at GoodWill (which I want to go back to tomorrow. I feel like I can get pretty crafty there.) and Taco Bell, where I got that new box thing. I wasn't surprised that I ate 90% of it.
Andrew decided that we were going to Walmart after that so he could meet up with his cousin. Distracted talking to Josh and Adam in the parking lot, I lost him and left him. I hope his cousin gave him that ride home I was going to give him. Haha, I felt like a jerk, but I couldn't find him anywhere in the store.
If you've never heard of Two Hours Traffic or Sweet Thing, I'd recommend you look them up. The Verge (XM 52) is a really great radio station. It always has the best indie.
I never got to clean my bathroom. I think I'll stay home tomorrow after I go to GoodWill and buy some more root beer and cream soda from Walmart.
I guess I'm going to do those papers tonight that I didn't get to this morning. Or at least start them.
But, before I go, I did another assignment. I want to do them as often as possible.
Assignment #11:

I know it's really hard to see in the picture, but it's just a small, pink line on the right side of my left hand. Three years ago, when I was in 8th grade I was skipping youth group to hang out at a friend's house. I don't really remember why, but I was sitting on their bed and decided to start scratching my hand with my fingernail. I didn't stop until the entire exterior surface of my epidermis was gone in that spot, leaving a dark pink, fleshy wound that left a scab that lasted for months. I'm pretty surprised that scar's still there.

This recent confusion has been a minor set back. I'll overcome this apathy and find that joy again.

'Til tomorrow.