hello darkness, my old friend, I've come to talk with you again.

I started cleaning my room today. I managed to put away most of my Christmas gifts and wash my sheets. but I stopped, planning to finish tomorrow.

I had an awesome dream last night....
me and a couple friends went somewhere for show choir I believe and we found a bunch of cool hippie type people in a room with bean bag chairs and old couches. We hung out with them, hiding out from show choir kids. This one hippie was Hawtt. He was a taller, more slender Steven Hyde.
There is plenty more of my dream, but that was the best part.

I was much more outgoing in my dream..

I am listening to a grrreat song right now.

Sound of Silence- Simon and Garfunkel
Hello darkness, my old friend,
Ive come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of
A neon lightThat split the night
And touched the sound of silence.
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one deared
Disturb the sound of silence.
Fools said i,you do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you.
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed In the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon God they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the signs said, the words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls.
And whisperd in the sounds of silence.