Greg: OH GOD ITS EVERYWHERE!
Chris: GROW!
Kamilya: mmm. cervix
Jared: HI2U
Dan: Toened
Keith: Guys i miss greg
Brianne: OH MY GOD YOU'RE DYING!
Wyatt: Cheeto cheeto cheeto cheeto turrrkkkeeeeyyy
Dan: Shut up...ben.
Mandy: Whatcha got?
Kate: Yay hall monitors!
Kyle: Want a tampad?
Matt: elephantitis in the nuts
Lauren: God i love lunch
Joel: So....built any...robots?
Angela: Soup.
Lisa: Squishy ice pack!
Jaime: SLUT!^^
Shelly: GEEUU!
Nate: Sexy beast
Kat: Good ol' drama
Want recognition? TOO FUCKIN BAD kidding just let me know.
Age: 18
Height: 5'3
Eyes: Green
Hair: Brown
(age 18, 6', crazy colored eyes, dark brown hair)
This month is
Greg's List
Greenday: Brain Stew
Greenday: Jaded
Greenday: Hitchin' a Ride
Incubus: Monuments & Melodies
Incubus: Pantomime
Saves the Day: Tomorrow Too Late
Snow Patrol: Run
HIM: This Fortress of Tears
HIM: Love you Like I Do
HIM: Beautiful
Bad Company: Feel Like Makin' Love
John Lennon: Love
Lostprophets: Last Train Home
Etta James: At Last
Edwin McCain: I'll Be
HIM: Love's Requiem
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me.
Is there anyone home?
Come on, now.
I hear you're feeling down.
Well I can ease your pain,
Get you on your feet again.
Relax.
I need some information first.
Just the basic facts:
Can you show me where it hurts?
There is no pain, you are receding.
A distant ship's smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can't hear
What you're sayin'
When i was a child I had a fever
My hands felt just like two balloons.
Now i got that feeling once again.
I can't explain, you would not understand.
This is not how i am.
I have become comfortably numb.
Ok.
Just a little pinprick.
There'll be no more....
But you may feel a little sick.
Can you stand up?
I do believe it's working. Good.
That'll keep you going for the show.
Come on, it's time to go.
There is no pain, you are receding.
A distant ship's smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can't hear
What you're sayin.
When I was a child i caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone.
I cannot put my finger on it now.
The child is grown, the dream is gone.
I have become comfortably numb.
