yeah and this is my brother in a sailor hat and also eating the octoburger

gotta have it

from oldest to youngest, henry's gotten increasingly less smiley over the years.

henry - you wanted to play guitar, right?

Something's so wrong. So very wrong.

There's something wrong with me. I don't know what, but there's something wrong.

I cried for three hours (this is the fourth) today and won't let my mom or my brother get near me. I don't have to look in the mirror to know how imperfect and ugly my face, hair, and body are. I don't want anybody to see me ever again. Ever. Oh, why can't I be pretty and thin? I just want to be, so so badly.

I was bulimic for two days, and then ate normally the next school day. I didn't throw up for another couple of days, but when I looked at the scale and saw that I had lost two pounds, I felt so happy. I wanted to do it myself, without a disease. Now, though, I just want to lose it.

I was going to call Patrick, or Corinne, or Hayden, or somebody and talk to them, but I found myself thinking, "God, who cares about me? I just annoy people. I need too much attention. I don't have any friends. Nobody would care if I died. Nobody thinks about me. Nobody misses me."

Which sounds scarily like Jess was.

I'm not sleeping a lot. I go for days without eating, not on purpose. I'm just not hungry. And then I'll be starving for days. I get so irritable sometimes. I alienate myself. I just want to smoke and drink and sex.

I don't want to tell anybody but my friends about this until I'm thin. I need to be thin before I meet any other people. I made a deal with myself that I won't cut until I'm thin. That's not right.

Oh, God, I'm going crazy.

But crazy people don't know they're crazy.

there's a place in the dark where the animals go, you can take off your skin in the cannibal glow

here is action figure them

here is them


here is them with guitars


here i am, locked and motherfucking loaded for this concert

Choking on Hopes, and Words I Never Wrote, I'll Try to Survive on this Long Night

Hey, we need to talk
As a matter of fact, let’s take a walk
Hear the footsteps echo through my body
All of this to say I’m sorry

I met you
Out of the blue
One more chance
At a fake romance

We finally spoke
Our silence broke
My best friend
Too bad it had to end

We talked forever
Did I make you feel better?
When they took you away
I just walked by to say:

I’m so sorry…for not being there
Next time I swear
I’ll show you I care
Next time I swear

Things have changed
And I just have to complain
That we’re just not the same
Where once was love, now lives pain

I want to go back
Is it too late for that?
I blame myself
Something you can’t help

I’m dead inside
Wondering why I even tried
Telling myself I’ll never cry
Just ignore me…WALK ON BY

I still mean what I said
Something time will not bend
I need to tie up loose ends
I still want to be friends

I’m so sorry…for not being there
Next time I swear
I’ll show you I care
Next time I swear

ME AND CORINNE REARRANGED MY ROOM!

You guys all know what my room looked like PREVIOUSLY, and this is what it looks like now. Oh, and Cori and I will be holding a seminar called "How to Completely Rearrange Your Room in One Afternoon."

Not-so-Fine

MY SOCIAL STUDIES TEACHER HAD HIS ASS FIRED!!!

(Or wet, depending on how you look at it.)

And, look, I have contacts!!!

What's even weirder is that I, and many other people, are getting used to me without glasses.

Shock! Do I actually maybe look prettier without glasses? Today is the first time I talked a lot to the other drummers. Did they talk to me because I look prettier?

I REALLY REALLY wish I had an objective source to tell me if I'm fat, ugly, etc. I just want the goddamm truth, even though it will hurt my feelings.

Ricky hates me, officially. Because I hit him in the penis a few days ago with a stick. I think I'm going to get him one of those "Stop Staring At My Booty" pins because he's so damn conceited. Is he not? He claims he's going to make my life hell. Him and Mike asked me to double-team them. Hahahahah.

Those guys are really funny. I wish I talked to them more and knew them better.

Tell me: A+ with glasses... or without?

objection!

here are some cats:

theskyisfalling

2/10/07 marks the birth of theskyisfalling.

a "post hardcore" band, theskyisfalling is composed of four teens who just love music. each and every aspect and dimension of their music is filled with compassion, love, and emotion. the mission is to connect with the audience through the medium of music. the myspace page will be up and running soon enough.

currently on the debut ep album "ice spiders":

welcome to the black parade (intro) - as made famous by my chemical romance
drop it like it's hot - as made famous by snoop dog
you're so last summer - as made famous by taking back sunday
gay fuel interlude - theskyisfalling
our god is not amused - as made famous by glad
i'm not okay (i promise) - as made famous by my chemical romance
sea melon - theskyisfalling
alive with the glory of henry - as made famous by say anything
trogdor - as made famous by strong bad

members:
Henry - "i messed up the end" - vocals (tongue clicks, owl hoots)
Mike - makin' out with a baby - lead guitar, vocals (little boy hoots)
John - THIRTEEN - guitar, vocals (tongue clicks, THIRTEEN)
Patrick - Protoman - bass, guitar, lead vocals (tongue clicks, owl hoots, NAKED!)

performance dates will be announced soon.

Human Rights Awareness Conference was as kick-ass as Asians!

I went to the Human Rights Awareness Conference with GSA today.

(No wounds necessary, Pat.)

It was so much fun! My first workshop was Homophobia. It was perfect and amazing, an equal combination of funny and touching. It was powerful stuff. After my other two workshops, I actually went back and told all the presenters when it was just me and them how much it meant to me as a questioning team. I mean, I definitely like guys, but I might be bi.

Then I had... ehm... oh, Dating Violence. That was not-so-interesting, but I decided to entertain myself and turned on my acting skills. They passed out brochures called like "When Love Hurts" and sexual abuse brochures, and when they did, I shed a few tears and looked like I was having a hard time.

Is it wrong for me to fuck with people?

Entirely.

My last workshop was really cool. It was called Who Are We, Really? It was about how every human is 99.9% genetically identical, and what that last 0.1% means. I really want to get my DNA tested for ancestry now, to see if I'm something other than European. I mean, I c an't possibly be pure Europe-people, can I?

They had really good peanut butter cookies at lunch. They were really incredibly delicious. Like, no joke.

At the end, Herricks High School's improv group acted out a whole bunch of really funny skits on like prejudice and peer pressure and racism and shit like that. It was hilarious. One senior was really hot. I'd tap that. In one of the skits, the guy is in a movie theatre with his girl pressuring her to have sex with him. She keeps refusing, and he's finally just like, "Fine, we won't have sex. Do you want to play a game, though?" and she's all "Fine, what?" and he's all "It's called Pearl Harbor" and she's all "Isn't that a movie?" and he's like "Well, I'll be the Americans and you be the Japs. Just blow the hell out of me."

It was funny at the time.

"Sheep Go To Heaven" is an intolerant song. Why should goats go to hell? Just because of their species, they're not equal to sheep? WHAT THE FUCK?

I want to create a club called Anti-Adult Domination League, AADL. It sounds like a crime-fighting team, doesn't it?

why do i love this picture so much?

also if someone else doesn't start to post, wounds will open.

M I RITE?

just letting everybody know

we are all going to see this when it comes out.