I have decided I would like to accept the responsibilities of an 8 year-old
again.

I want to go to McDonald's and think that it's a four star restaurant.

I want to sail sticks across a fresh mud puddle and make a sidewalk
with rocks.

I want to think M&Ms are better than money because you can eat them.

I want to lie under a big oak tree and run a lemonade stand with my friends on a hot summer's day.

I want to return to a time when life was simple, when all you knew were colours, multiplication tables, and nursery rhymes, but that didn't bother you, because you didn't know what you didn't know and you didn't care.

All you knew was to be happy because you were blissfully unaware of all the things that should make you worried or upset.

I want to think the world is fair.

That everyone is honest and good.

I want to believe that anything is possible.

I want to be oblivious to the complexities of life and be overly
excited by the little things again.

I want to live simple again.

I don't want my day to consist of computer crashes, mountains of paperwork, depressing news, bitches, gossip, how to survive more days in the month than there is money in the bank, people not holding up to their side or the bargin, more gossip, illness, and loss of loved ones.

I want to believe in the power of smiles, hugs, a kind word, truth, honesty, justice, honour, peace, dreams, love, the imagination and mankind.

So ... here's my house keys, textbooks, makeup, hair stuff and money, I am officially resigning from adolecensce.

And if you want to discuss this further, you'll have to catch me first,
because....

The sun comes out just to see your face
The moon, to illuminate your grace
The wind, to take my breath away
Because you.. make it that way.

Your sparkling eyes are making me stumble
And I seem to have forgotten how to speak
You're smart and you're pretty
Oh god, you've got to be kidding...

You said your name was Jacob
And you liked the colour blue
Well, I like to sing in the shower
If you'd like, I'll sing to you

I tripped, fell, then I hit my head
Laying there, I just felt dead
I couldn't move, I couldn't speak
I was looking up at you, looking down at me.

Stumbling all over I must've forgot to tie my shoe
You know that saying, "No one is perfect?"
Well, I guess "No one," is you.

Before we met
I never really was much a crier
I guess it was the spark inside your eyes
I used to set myself on fire.

I put my ring on your finger
And you cried the words, "I do."
The truth is that I never wanted anything
The way that I want you.

So far,
I've spent 6 hours on the phone to Kacey,
Whilst webcamming with her and Jamessss.
I made my appointment to get my tattoo...
6th december (My birthday) 10:30am.
It's only going to cost arouddddd.
$80, too.
Since it's only small and all.
One week of school left for this year,
Which is nice.

HEY, KACEY!
ERRYBODY LOOK AT DA MOON!
ERRYBODY SEE DA MOON!
DA MOON IS BRIGHT,
MILKY WHITE,
ERRYBODY LOOK AT DA MOON!
EHHH, JUPITER, EHHH.
I MADE A SONG, EHHH,
YOU DON'T GOT ONE.

I can't say "out" without slipping out a Canadian accent.
Which is cute.
I like it.

Boyfriends, augh,
I now know why I loved beig single so much.
God damn I hate boyfriends.

Kacey, I lahhh you.
Lets go watch scary moviessss!

Shit,
It's been 3 months since Vaughan and I stopped talking, AGAIN.
I'm doing a lot better this time.

Picturessss =]
I've gotten used to the black hair, kinda.


Kacey Haigh+James Cornell+Taylor Selway=Biffle.
Taylor Matthew, James Nomiddlename, Kacey Jean.
=]