Some Weekend
She got out of town
On a railway New York bound
Took all except my name
Another alien on Broadway
There's some things in this world
You just can't change
Somethings you can't see
Until it gets too late
Baby, baby, baby
When all your love is gone
Who will save me
From all I'm up against out in this world
Maybe, maybe, maybe
You'll find something
That's enough to keep you
But if the bright lights don't receive you
You should turn yourself around
And come on home
I got a hole in me now
yeah,I got a scar I can talk about
She keeps a picture of me
In her apartment in the city
Some things in this world
Man, they don't make sense
Some things you don't need
Until they leave you
And they're things that you miss
Baby, baby, baby
When all your love is gone
Who will save me
From all I'm up against out in this world
Maybe, maybe, maybe
You'll find something
That's enough to keep you
But if the bright lights don't receive you
You should turn yourself around
And come on home
Let that city take you in, come on home
Let that city spit you out, come on home
Let that city take you down, yeah
God's sake turn around
Baby, baby, baby
When all your love is gone
Who will save me
From all I'm up against in this world
Maybe, maybe, maybe
You'll find something
That's enough to keep you
But if the bright lights don't receive you
You should turn yourself around
And come on home
Come on home
Baby, baby, baby
Come on home
Yeah, come on home
Yeah, come on home
What a Weekend! I left on Friday and went out to visit my brother at Ithaca College! It was a LONG DRIVE from Boston to Ithaca.....7 hours!! Quite a bit of time to spend in the car with your parents....7 hours....in a car..........LONG DRIVE!!! Anyway, I had a great time seeing how much Ithaca kicks Durham's ass with arcades, 24 hour food places and lazy cops. Durham, it is time for a change! I am not the one to institute that change...but it is time for a change!!!
I got to meet a lot of really cool people out there who were just as interested in movies as I was. It was so cool to finally be around a group of people who caught all my movie references and didn't think I was weird for making those references. I just wish there were more people at UNH who shared the same interests as me...I love the people here but...whatever!
Sometimes I get to thinking! I get to thinking about life and the world in an indepth manner. On the train ride back to UNH, I watched a couple deal with there three children. The mother was so high strung where as the father could care less about what his children were doing. The mother flustered with a laptop between yelling at her children. The father simply sat there engrossed in a reading of "The Da Vinci Code." It was bizarre to me for some reason and I began to create unanswerable questions like "Why is she yelling at them for doing nothing?" "Why isn't the father assisting the mother with the children?" Another odd note was of the three children, only one of them looked like the mother. One had black hair, another had blonde hair and the youngest had red hair. I thought at first maybe only one of them was the couple's child but that thought left me after payed careful attention to the language the mother was using and came to the conclusion that they had to be her children...i would never allow any other parent the right to talk to my children in the manner she was talking to them. "So why did the kids look so different?" "Were two of them adopted?" Just some of the odd questions that pop into my mind.
Later on, on the bus back to my dorm, a kid got on the bus with an arm full of flowers. A look of melancholy and depression hung on his face as he sat down next to me. I began to think again. "What's with the flowers?" "Why the depressing look?" "What could have happened to this kid to have put him in this state?" He seemed to be in a type of dream state. I decided to try and be nice and see what was up. I looked over and said "Nice flowers!" He returned my statement with a cold stare. After a moment of exchanging awkward stares, he melted back into his depressed looking away from me. "What could have happened to put someone in a state like this?" I didn't trouble myself too much with these questions because I knew I would never find the answers to my questions. He got off the bus a few stops before my stop and instead of going anywhere he simply got off the bus and sat down on the curb in front of the bus stop. As the bus drove away, he just continued to sit there! "What could have happened indeed??"
Just some thoughts! I like to look at life from a different perspective sometimes! I don't like the superficial facades we show to the rest of the world and sometimes I find joy in people watching. I find interest in studying the human being and wondering what complex situations could have brought this person to this single point in time. I once was really into writing stories and poems...during that period, I wrote a short story based simply on the people I observed on a train ride from my home to Boston. I based it simply on what I saw during the train ride and nothing else. I just found it the other day on my computer at home and after re-reading it, it remains as my favorite story that I wrote. I seriously miss the days when I used to write like that. I just haven't felt inspired to write in such a long time! Talk about writers block...but whatever! Those were just some things I observed!
I do that alot....you know....observe!!
So as I leave today......................................................................................................................
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.................Tell me somtime what you see when you observe the world ...........................................................................................................................................
On a railway New York bound
Took all except my name
Another alien on Broadway
There's some things in this world
You just can't change
Somethings you can't see
Until it gets too late
Baby, baby, baby
When all your love is gone
Who will save me
From all I'm up against out in this world
Maybe, maybe, maybe
You'll find something
That's enough to keep you
But if the bright lights don't receive you
You should turn yourself around
And come on home
I got a hole in me now
yeah,I got a scar I can talk about
She keeps a picture of me
In her apartment in the city
Some things in this world
Man, they don't make sense
Some things you don't need
Until they leave you
And they're things that you miss
Baby, baby, baby
When all your love is gone
Who will save me
From all I'm up against out in this world
Maybe, maybe, maybe
You'll find something
That's enough to keep you
But if the bright lights don't receive you
You should turn yourself around
And come on home
Let that city take you in, come on home
Let that city spit you out, come on home
Let that city take you down, yeah
God's sake turn around
Baby, baby, baby
When all your love is gone
Who will save me
From all I'm up against in this world
Maybe, maybe, maybe
You'll find something
That's enough to keep you
But if the bright lights don't receive you
You should turn yourself around
And come on home
Come on home
Baby, baby, baby
Come on home
Yeah, come on home
Yeah, come on home
What a Weekend! I left on Friday and went out to visit my brother at Ithaca College! It was a LONG DRIVE from Boston to Ithaca.....7 hours!! Quite a bit of time to spend in the car with your parents....7 hours....in a car..........LONG DRIVE!!! Anyway, I had a great time seeing how much Ithaca kicks Durham's ass with arcades, 24 hour food places and lazy cops. Durham, it is time for a change! I am not the one to institute that change...but it is time for a change!!!
I got to meet a lot of really cool people out there who were just as interested in movies as I was. It was so cool to finally be around a group of people who caught all my movie references and didn't think I was weird for making those references. I just wish there were more people at UNH who shared the same interests as me...I love the people here but...whatever!
Sometimes I get to thinking! I get to thinking about life and the world in an indepth manner. On the train ride back to UNH, I watched a couple deal with there three children. The mother was so high strung where as the father could care less about what his children were doing. The mother flustered with a laptop between yelling at her children. The father simply sat there engrossed in a reading of "The Da Vinci Code." It was bizarre to me for some reason and I began to create unanswerable questions like "Why is she yelling at them for doing nothing?" "Why isn't the father assisting the mother with the children?" Another odd note was of the three children, only one of them looked like the mother. One had black hair, another had blonde hair and the youngest had red hair. I thought at first maybe only one of them was the couple's child but that thought left me after payed careful attention to the language the mother was using and came to the conclusion that they had to be her children...i would never allow any other parent the right to talk to my children in the manner she was talking to them. "So why did the kids look so different?" "Were two of them adopted?" Just some of the odd questions that pop into my mind.
Later on, on the bus back to my dorm, a kid got on the bus with an arm full of flowers. A look of melancholy and depression hung on his face as he sat down next to me. I began to think again. "What's with the flowers?" "Why the depressing look?" "What could have happened to this kid to have put him in this state?" He seemed to be in a type of dream state. I decided to try and be nice and see what was up. I looked over and said "Nice flowers!" He returned my statement with a cold stare. After a moment of exchanging awkward stares, he melted back into his depressed looking away from me. "What could have happened to put someone in a state like this?" I didn't trouble myself too much with these questions because I knew I would never find the answers to my questions. He got off the bus a few stops before my stop and instead of going anywhere he simply got off the bus and sat down on the curb in front of the bus stop. As the bus drove away, he just continued to sit there! "What could have happened indeed??"
Just some thoughts! I like to look at life from a different perspective sometimes! I don't like the superficial facades we show to the rest of the world and sometimes I find joy in people watching. I find interest in studying the human being and wondering what complex situations could have brought this person to this single point in time. I once was really into writing stories and poems...during that period, I wrote a short story based simply on the people I observed on a train ride from my home to Boston. I based it simply on what I saw during the train ride and nothing else. I just found it the other day on my computer at home and after re-reading it, it remains as my favorite story that I wrote. I seriously miss the days when I used to write like that. I just haven't felt inspired to write in such a long time! Talk about writers block...but whatever! Those were just some things I observed!
I do that alot....you know....observe!!
So as I leave today......................................................................................................................
.............................................................................................................................................
.................Tell me somtime what you see when you observe the world ...........................................................................................................................................