Morning is a dream, a break in the night
I never realized how much I love Cellophane Sun
You spend your days and nights alone,
well I know, it's all right
You find it hard to take control of your own pointed life
So get between, get bhind, take your time, I don't mind
Take my hand and hide your eyes
Morning is a dream, a break in the night
Life is but a scene, a moment in time
The serpent all the while is lying in waiting
And a cellophane sun hangs low in the sky
Underneath and overload, I know your heart is breaking
When the day is done your head still spins, Well,
I'll be there for the taking
So get between, get behind, take your time
I'll blow your mind
Take my hand, I'll hide my eyes
I've pretty much spent the whole day on the computer, doing chores, and eating unhealthy things. Oh yeah. And I went bra-shopping (you all wanted to know that) and also got a few t-shirts. One has some cool pattern all over it and says Love Rules, and then I got a cheap pink Beatles one with Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band on the back. I'm going back to the mall tomorrow, anyone want to come? Maybe we could go to the Reneissance Fair afterwards.
Blah. I hate feeling this depressed (and yes, part of it is just hormones) but I didn't want to go and call people to hang out. I'm sick of being the person to try and arrange things, the few times we do anything. And I'm sick of complaining about it. Perhaps I'm being a bit unfair, cause occasionally other people pitch in. But anyway, I wish I could think of things to do. But I can't.
So I'm sitting here, mourning my pathetic existence and listening to Model Prisoner for the second time today. But it really bugs me, since I don't have the last song on the cd *cough*
I should write. Or do homework. Or god forbid, go running. Except that I left my running shoes at school. I need two pairs, but what's the point since school's almost over anyway.
Why am I sitting on the very edge of this chair? Ouch.
The title track of Model Prisoner has a really nifty little piano thing at the end. It's quite random.
Happy friday night/Cinco de Mayo/depression party.
You spend your days and nights alone,
well I know, it's all right
You find it hard to take control of your own pointed life
So get between, get bhind, take your time, I don't mind
Take my hand and hide your eyes
Morning is a dream, a break in the night
Life is but a scene, a moment in time
The serpent all the while is lying in waiting
And a cellophane sun hangs low in the sky
Underneath and overload, I know your heart is breaking
When the day is done your head still spins, Well,
I'll be there for the taking
So get between, get behind, take your time
I'll blow your mind
Take my hand, I'll hide my eyes
I've pretty much spent the whole day on the computer, doing chores, and eating unhealthy things. Oh yeah. And I went bra-shopping (you all wanted to know that) and also got a few t-shirts. One has some cool pattern all over it and says Love Rules, and then I got a cheap pink Beatles one with Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band on the back. I'm going back to the mall tomorrow, anyone want to come? Maybe we could go to the Reneissance Fair afterwards.
Blah. I hate feeling this depressed (and yes, part of it is just hormones) but I didn't want to go and call people to hang out. I'm sick of being the person to try and arrange things, the few times we do anything. And I'm sick of complaining about it. Perhaps I'm being a bit unfair, cause occasionally other people pitch in. But anyway, I wish I could think of things to do. But I can't.
So I'm sitting here, mourning my pathetic existence and listening to Model Prisoner for the second time today. But it really bugs me, since I don't have the last song on the cd *cough*
I should write. Or do homework. Or god forbid, go running. Except that I left my running shoes at school. I need two pairs, but what's the point since school's almost over anyway.
Why am I sitting on the very edge of this chair? Ouch.
The title track of Model Prisoner has a really nifty little piano thing at the end. It's quite random.
Happy friday night/Cinco de Mayo/depression party.