let's see how fast this thing can go
My father got into this Greenday obsession a few months back, and he would play American Idiot (the entire album, not just the song) nonstop every time he was in the car. Which is a lot, considering not only does he commute on weekdays, but on the weekends, he is in and out of the house like a bad trend. Recently, he got into this Neil Young kick, and suddenly Greenday was out of the picture. He especially likes this one song called "It's a dream", which I know he only plays to depress himself. My father is a depressing man.
One day this week, I was in a pretty good mood and didn't much feel like listening to my father howl along to "It's a dream", so while he was in the shoestore, I switched the CD back to American Idiot, and we drove around singing along to St. Jimmy. (I really hate to say it but I told you so so shut your mouth before I shoot you down old boy)
This morning I recieved a package from Johnson & Wales. We were sitting in the car driving to the school I'm attending right now (he offered me a ride, and I could have used the busfare for breakfast, so I didn't turn him down. It's on the way to the hospital he works at.) and we were listening to American Idiot still. I think he kept it in because I was the one that put it there. He's been doing that a lot lately.
Letterbomb was on while I was reading him the contents of my package. It was at that point of the song where the lyrics rush at you and they say "She said I can't take this place I'm leaving it behind. She said I can't take this town, I'm leaving you tonight..."; the paper read:
"Dear Heather,
Congratulations on your acceptance to Johnson & Wales Univeristy! Enclosed is the 2006-2007 catalog, which contains curriculum outlines, course descriptions, and information about scholarships as well as the current tuition fees and schedule..."
They recieved my check. I'm in for sure. Come September, my house will be my temporary residence: a vacation spot if I choose to come home on the holidays - and Rhode Island will be my home. I couldn't have recieved this package at a more gratifying time. I am so fed up right now with this place.
By the time reality settled in for him and I was beaming, the Greenday version of It's a dream came on, and suddenly I heard my father howling out the lyrics "Summer has come and past, twenty years has gone so fast - wake me up when September ends." Normally, that would have depressed me. But it felt really good. His howling represented the manipulation I am about to leave. I am so fucking ready.
Oh my god. Holy shit oh my god. It just hit me. I can leave. I have been waiting for this opportunity. I can fucking walk out. This is it. Less that five months and I am done with this. No more getting trampled on. No more sixteen hour work days. No more of this chaos. I can leave it all behind.
I don't think you can even begin to understand what this feels like. I couldn't for the life of me explain it. Oh my god.
I have spent the past...forever, telling myself that nothing like this would ever happen. That I'm a loser and I will spend the rest of my life working my ass to the bone for absolutely no good reason. Do you have any idea exactly what this package means? It means that everything I have gotten down on myself about, and everything that I have always told myself was reality, was the truth, was who I am - isn't. DO YOU KNOW HOW BIG THIS IS?
I need to ground myself now or else my mind is going to collapse. In a fucking wonderful way.
you're just a sucker for the ones who use you
and it doesn't matter what i say or do
the stupid bastard's gonna have his way with you...
you're an unrescuable schizo
or else you're on the rag
if you take him back
i'm gonna lose my nerve
i never met a more impossible girl
One day this week, I was in a pretty good mood and didn't much feel like listening to my father howl along to "It's a dream", so while he was in the shoestore, I switched the CD back to American Idiot, and we drove around singing along to St. Jimmy. (I really hate to say it but I told you so so shut your mouth before I shoot you down old boy)
This morning I recieved a package from Johnson & Wales. We were sitting in the car driving to the school I'm attending right now (he offered me a ride, and I could have used the busfare for breakfast, so I didn't turn him down. It's on the way to the hospital he works at.) and we were listening to American Idiot still. I think he kept it in because I was the one that put it there. He's been doing that a lot lately.
Letterbomb was on while I was reading him the contents of my package. It was at that point of the song where the lyrics rush at you and they say "She said I can't take this place I'm leaving it behind. She said I can't take this town, I'm leaving you tonight..."; the paper read:
"Dear Heather,
Congratulations on your acceptance to Johnson & Wales Univeristy! Enclosed is the 2006-2007 catalog, which contains curriculum outlines, course descriptions, and information about scholarships as well as the current tuition fees and schedule..."
They recieved my check. I'm in for sure. Come September, my house will be my temporary residence: a vacation spot if I choose to come home on the holidays - and Rhode Island will be my home. I couldn't have recieved this package at a more gratifying time. I am so fed up right now with this place.
By the time reality settled in for him and I was beaming, the Greenday version of It's a dream came on, and suddenly I heard my father howling out the lyrics "Summer has come and past, twenty years has gone so fast - wake me up when September ends." Normally, that would have depressed me. But it felt really good. His howling represented the manipulation I am about to leave. I am so fucking ready.
Oh my god. Holy shit oh my god. It just hit me. I can leave. I have been waiting for this opportunity. I can fucking walk out. This is it. Less that five months and I am done with this. No more getting trampled on. No more sixteen hour work days. No more of this chaos. I can leave it all behind.
I don't think you can even begin to understand what this feels like. I couldn't for the life of me explain it. Oh my god.
I have spent the past...forever, telling myself that nothing like this would ever happen. That I'm a loser and I will spend the rest of my life working my ass to the bone for absolutely no good reason. Do you have any idea exactly what this package means? It means that everything I have gotten down on myself about, and everything that I have always told myself was reality, was the truth, was who I am - isn't. DO YOU KNOW HOW BIG THIS IS?
I need to ground myself now or else my mind is going to collapse. In a fucking wonderful way.
you're just a sucker for the ones who use you
and it doesn't matter what i say or do
the stupid bastard's gonna have his way with you...
you're an unrescuable schizo
or else you're on the rag
if you take him back
i'm gonna lose my nerve
i never met a more impossible girl