Feb 17, 2005 18:16
Yo all. What's going on? Today has been boring, wierd, annoying, great, and fun. Well, let's start off in the morning. Chillaxed in the gym listening to the music. Great. Math turned horrible, Mrs. Burrell's always bitchy. It like ruins my day. The rest of the periods were fine 'cept for Government where I took a hard test. Came home, went straight out and skated with Hunter, Ryan, and William. My mom came and got me. She was all pissed and I had to go home. Then I did my Government articles and ate macaroni and cheese. Yummmm. Talked with the people on the internet and am now updating my journal as we speak and listening to the Red Hot Chili Peppers. Who you should all know and love. Well, thats muh day. 'fore I go, a little tribute to The Grateful Dead:
Well the first days are the hardest days, don’t you worry any more,
’cause when life looks like easy street, there is danger at your door.
Think this through with me, let me know your mind,
Wo, oh, what I want to know, is are you kind?
It’s a buck dancer’s choice my friend; better take my advice.
You know all the rules by now and the fire from the ice.
Will you come with me? won’t you come with me?
Wo, oh, what I want to know, will you come with me?
Goddamn, well I declare, have you seen the like?
Their wall are built of cannonballs, their motto is don’t tread on me.
Come hear uncle john’s band playing to the tide,
Come with me, or go alone, he’s come to take his children home.
It’s the same story the crow told me; it’s the only one he knows.
Like the morning sun you come and like the wind you go.
Ain’t no time to hate, barely time to wait,
Wo, oh, what I want to know, where does the time go?
I live in a silver mine and I call it beggar’s tomb;
I got me a violin and I beg you call the tune,
Anybody’s choice, I can hear your voice.
Wo, oh, what I want to know, how does the song go?
Come hear uncle john’s band by the riverside,
Got some things to talk about, here beside the rising tide.
Come hear uncle john’s band playing to the tide,
Come on along, or go alone, he’s come to take his children home.
Wo, oh, what I want to know, how does the song go.