A Jar Labelled Small
I got up and got on the computer and with widened eyes thought extremely hard, "IT IS NOT JULY!!!"
In fact, it is not. It's June. I screwed up the calendar on my computer, which in turn screwed up the calendar on here which in turn confused the hell out of me. And isn't that all just absolutely fascinating. Ugh no.
Today is go to Sarah's house and do stuff day. Thank goodness. I need some distracting people around to make me forget all this bullshit for a while. Immediately thereafter, I depart for Mike's house where we will give shape to a song that makes me feel better too because it's a custom made pity-party.
I never thought it was held too much water with me, but apparently I do express myself through music. Everything I've abstained from talking to people about goes into a song and doesn't bother anybody, because other things surround it and you can take it how you will. Instead of being me gushing or complaining or mining the doldrums, it's music. It works out smashingly.
Elisabeth may be coming to Ocean Isle this year to terrorize my mom and relatives!!! That poor thing is stuck in Tennessee for the duration of forever as it stands, so perhaps a week of corrupting my favorite cousins and shocking my grandparents into a comatose state will do her some good. Oh and the beach and occasional hot bodies might be a plus too, I suppose.
is this really what you want, is this what you planned?
take a look inside your head and open up your hands
did you know it would turn out this bad
if you did it this way?
i couldn't see, i could fall [x6]
i wouldn't know you'd go... you'd go
In fact, it is not. It's June. I screwed up the calendar on my computer, which in turn screwed up the calendar on here which in turn confused the hell out of me. And isn't that all just absolutely fascinating. Ugh no.
Today is go to Sarah's house and do stuff day. Thank goodness. I need some distracting people around to make me forget all this bullshit for a while. Immediately thereafter, I depart for Mike's house where we will give shape to a song that makes me feel better too because it's a custom made pity-party.
I never thought it was held too much water with me, but apparently I do express myself through music. Everything I've abstained from talking to people about goes into a song and doesn't bother anybody, because other things surround it and you can take it how you will. Instead of being me gushing or complaining or mining the doldrums, it's music. It works out smashingly.
Elisabeth may be coming to Ocean Isle this year to terrorize my mom and relatives!!! That poor thing is stuck in Tennessee for the duration of forever as it stands, so perhaps a week of corrupting my favorite cousins and shocking my grandparents into a comatose state will do her some good. Oh and the beach and occasional hot bodies might be a plus too, I suppose.
is this really what you want, is this what you planned?
take a look inside your head and open up your hands
did you know it would turn out this bad
if you did it this way?
i couldn't see, i could fall [x6]
i wouldn't know you'd go... you'd go