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Uuugh, papers suck. The weekend was good. Jim came home. I've had little sleep. I still need to do a paper that relates the movies "The Birth of a Nation" and "Easy Rider" and the book "On the Road". I really don't feel that the two movies and the book are a ALL related to one another and I don't know how I'm gonna qork all three of them into my paper. Dude, it's my senior year, last semester...I'm supposed to be taking basket-weaving 101. Oh, and how 'bout them Eagles...sucking last night...BOO BOO BOO, poor McNugget could only throw passes to Patriots. Eeeh, I'm just a little dissappointed that they didn't go ALL the way. There's a par-tay on Sat. that I'm going to attend. It shall be interesting. I can't get this song out of my head. *taps head vigorously*...
Nightswimming deserves a quiet night
The photograph on the dashboard, taken years ago,
Turned around backwards so the windshield shows
Every streetlight reveals the picture in reverse
Still, it’s so much clearer
I forgot my shirt at the water’s edge
The moon is low tonight
Nightswimming deserves a quiet night
I’m not sure all these people understand
It’s not like years ago,
The fear of getting caught,
Of recklessness and water
They cannot see me naked
These things, they go away,
Replaced by everyday
Nightswimming, remembering that night
September’s coming soon
I’m pining for the moon
And what if there were two
Side by side in orbit
Around the fairest sun?
That bright, tight forever drum
Could not describe nightswimming
You, I thought I knew you
You, I cannot judge
You, I thought you knew me,
This one laughing quietly underneath my breath
Nightswimming
The photograph reflects,
Every streetlight a reminder
Nightswimming deserves a quiet night, deserves a quiet night
Damn, I really wish that I could concentrate. OK, and that I had some motivation to do that damn paper. Anyfreakingtimenow...Jim can call me. *sends mental message to Jim* "call me"...*hums the tune to the ringtone that I have set on my cell for Jim's cell* (Stars & Stripes America- by the way). Papers suck. After desperately attempting to "use the force" in order to illicit a phone call from Jim while gently taping my fingers on my keyboard (I think I'm going nuts) for the last 5 minutes...I have decided to actually start my paper...the reason being that Jim's brain is automatically keyed telepathically to mine, and whenever my brain begins to crank out some good-half-decent-shit that's when he decides to call me. So, the sooner that I start the paper, the sooner I talk to Jim, the long I procrastinate.
~sounds like fun to me...
Nightswimming deserves a quiet night
The photograph on the dashboard, taken years ago,
Turned around backwards so the windshield shows
Every streetlight reveals the picture in reverse
Still, it’s so much clearer
I forgot my shirt at the water’s edge
The moon is low tonight
Nightswimming deserves a quiet night
I’m not sure all these people understand
It’s not like years ago,
The fear of getting caught,
Of recklessness and water
They cannot see me naked
These things, they go away,
Replaced by everyday
Nightswimming, remembering that night
September’s coming soon
I’m pining for the moon
And what if there were two
Side by side in orbit
Around the fairest sun?
That bright, tight forever drum
Could not describe nightswimming
You, I thought I knew you
You, I cannot judge
You, I thought you knew me,
This one laughing quietly underneath my breath
Nightswimming
The photograph reflects,
Every streetlight a reminder
Nightswimming deserves a quiet night, deserves a quiet night
Damn, I really wish that I could concentrate. OK, and that I had some motivation to do that damn paper. Anyfreakingtimenow...Jim can call me. *sends mental message to Jim* "call me"...*hums the tune to the ringtone that I have set on my cell for Jim's cell* (Stars & Stripes America- by the way). Papers suck. After desperately attempting to "use the force" in order to illicit a phone call from Jim while gently taping my fingers on my keyboard (I think I'm going nuts) for the last 5 minutes...I have decided to actually start my paper...the reason being that Jim's brain is automatically keyed telepathically to mine, and whenever my brain begins to crank out some good-half-decent-shit that's when he decides to call me. So, the sooner that I start the paper, the sooner I talk to Jim, the long I procrastinate.
~sounds like fun to me...