As of 7:22, November 6, 2009 I am officially done competing with people.

Everyone is at White Hot DEE PEE and I am locked in at home. Complain. Its weird, time passing but not really. I stayed home today and I walked outside and absolutely everything was this placid stillness. It was cold but I liked it because it wasnt a cruel cold that drills into my bones and sucks in my insides.. it was an honest cold, that burrowed into my hollows and froze thoughts into tangible and distinct ideas. Frost tastes like numb absense. The rippling wind caressed undulating leaves that threw themselves in some suicide attempt from branches and I ran around trying to catch them. But no cars drove by and I shouldve been sleeping or in school- this felt like stolen time, frozen, cold stolen time that I'd stumbled upon. I leaped into this hidden, still world and played in it and it was unresponsive, unmoved, and unchanged. When i went back inside there was clocks and time moved again and there were other animals breathing, but when I was outside.. I was the only one in the world. A burning ember amidst the frozen glacier of life, I expelled clenched fists of steam into the air with every exhale that stretched into the sky, a wispy claw. I almost ran awayayaya

my parents are cracking down. "Less blogging, more work!"

So lets get out of here

past the atmosphere...