sixty-chickens

prisoner four-sixty-nine incarcerated walking the line between hatred and respect too confident, and not content imagination is her crime fury keeps us knit together fury at thy self -- prisoner four-sixty-nine on the line green-eyed with inquiry not with envy

No matter what grade you're in, or even if you're out of school altogether, it never fails. All through the autumn and winter you wait for summer to come. All the free time you desire, every day, for two months or more. And when it comes? Nada. Just sitting at home doing nothing. And you think, 'this is what I've been waiting all year for?'

Listening to various songs, both in English and translated to different languages. I.e. Japanese, Italian ... it's quite fun, actually. I don't know why.