what a fool believes
So this month's lyrical muse: my NJ Devils jersey. Unorthodox, yesh. Now, to put it with Before Flight, Cloud IX or keep it stashed away secretly...don't really care right now.
Right now, it's all about the fun I'm not having. Yesh, it's a recurring theme in these entries but hey, at least I'm keeping to it. LiveJournal has all but died locally...defeated, mocked and replaced by MySpace. I do, infact, have a MySpace and I check it often and browse my friends' pages and ultimately end up feeling as crappy as I started. The whole spill-your-heart train has left the station and I missed the call...and the overly-uber-much-AP-english-ish-grammar deal...I am losing my mind. I am too far gone. School! Come forth and bring me back my pathetic yet somewhat satisfying social life. Give me a purpose again!
"Four a.m. is a great time of night. The day before is long dead but the morning is yet to come. All the commotion from the night before has died down and every sane upstanding citizen is asleep. It's a great time to go for a walk. You've got the planet to yourself for an hour or so, so peaceful...even the stars look different: waiting dawn. I feel the same way that the stars do sometimes. Anticipating...the night is nearly over, the day is almost here." ~Jon Foreman, Switchfoot
How I dream of a nice long walk at 4 a.m. with no one but maybe Emery. Relient K did a great job on the Tonight Show this evening. "and this life sentense that I'm serving, I admit that I'm every bit deserving; but the beauty of Grace is that it makes life not fair."