sick
sick... dizzy... feverish... headache... nausious... shivery
ugh, not feeling too well... but i slept from when i got home yesterday, around 5ish, til 10 today. 17 hours of sleep. it takes a lot out of yah, im feelin a bit light-headed. its such a weird feeling. you know, almost as if your feeling high. or very out of it, even though your know your completely conscious.
i think im a hypochondriac...
ive been reading this book i got from carrie. its called "the vintage book of contemporary american short stories." it is well-written, yet not a very good book... in quality. quite wordly. but i still like it. its very out of the box type writing. it makes me think what i want to write about for my modern day short story for la. maybe a mirror of my own life... without the names. or maybe a much more happy story, nah. bad news sells... good new is just fairy tale writing.
ive looked over past conversations with people... quite depressing. never knew that things could change so fast. by things so stupid. and now im left behind because i might get the wrong impression. i promise i never will again. i wont have the chance to. i wont let myself. so i move on... leaving that behind. im not left behind anymore. im moving on.
i know that probably none of you have seen "Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind" (good movie) but in it there is this clinic type place where you can go to erase things or people in your memory... sometimes dont you just wish you could do that.
havent seen shane in 3 months... he was supposed to come last week. didnt happen. will be another 2 or so before i get to see him again.
i cant wait til i get my license. it means freedom more than you could ever imagine.
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Smeared black ink... your palms are sweaty
And I'm barely listening to last demands
I'm staring at the asphalt wondering what's buried underneath
Where I am
Where I am
I'll wear my badge... a vinyl sticker with big block letters adherent to my chest
That tells your new friends I am a visitor here...
I am not permanent
And the only thing keeping me dry is
Where I am
Where I am
Where I am
You seem so out of context in this gaudy apartment complex
A stranger with your door key explaining that I am just visiting
And I am finally seeing
Why I was the one worth leaving
Why I was the one worth leaving
D.C. sleeps alone tonight
Where I am
Where I am
Where I am
The district sleeps alone tonight after the bars turn out their lights
And send the autos swerving into the loneliest evening
And I am finally seeing
Why I was the one worth leaving
Why I was the one worth leaving
Why I was the one worth leaving
Why I was the one worth leaving
District Sleeps Tonight -- Postal Service
ugh, not feeling too well... but i slept from when i got home yesterday, around 5ish, til 10 today. 17 hours of sleep. it takes a lot out of yah, im feelin a bit light-headed. its such a weird feeling. you know, almost as if your feeling high. or very out of it, even though your know your completely conscious.
i think im a hypochondriac...
ive been reading this book i got from carrie. its called "the vintage book of contemporary american short stories." it is well-written, yet not a very good book... in quality. quite wordly. but i still like it. its very out of the box type writing. it makes me think what i want to write about for my modern day short story for la. maybe a mirror of my own life... without the names. or maybe a much more happy story, nah. bad news sells... good new is just fairy tale writing.
ive looked over past conversations with people... quite depressing. never knew that things could change so fast. by things so stupid. and now im left behind because i might get the wrong impression. i promise i never will again. i wont have the chance to. i wont let myself. so i move on... leaving that behind. im not left behind anymore. im moving on.
i know that probably none of you have seen "Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind" (good movie) but in it there is this clinic type place where you can go to erase things or people in your memory... sometimes dont you just wish you could do that.
havent seen shane in 3 months... he was supposed to come last week. didnt happen. will be another 2 or so before i get to see him again.
i cant wait til i get my license. it means freedom more than you could ever imagine.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Smeared black ink... your palms are sweaty
And I'm barely listening to last demands
I'm staring at the asphalt wondering what's buried underneath
Where I am
Where I am
I'll wear my badge... a vinyl sticker with big block letters adherent to my chest
That tells your new friends I am a visitor here...
I am not permanent
And the only thing keeping me dry is
Where I am
Where I am
Where I am
You seem so out of context in this gaudy apartment complex
A stranger with your door key explaining that I am just visiting
And I am finally seeing
Why I was the one worth leaving
Why I was the one worth leaving
D.C. sleeps alone tonight
Where I am
Where I am
Where I am
The district sleeps alone tonight after the bars turn out their lights
And send the autos swerving into the loneliest evening
And I am finally seeing
Why I was the one worth leaving
Why I was the one worth leaving
Why I was the one worth leaving
Why I was the one worth leaving
District Sleeps Tonight -- Postal Service