Oct 06, 2004 19:04
Slow motion life but now all the things that have been snowballing behind my head are rushing towards the surface, to hit me from behind.
I've been writing a song sometimes at work. It's not brilliant at all, but it feels nice to sing. Here's the very tentative words
Here I am
in the same place that I've been
for so long
and I wonder how I got back here again
when I've been running so far
And I don't think that I'm
gonna find the answers here
but I don't think I'm far
(repeat)
I think
that I must have made some progress
this scenery doesn't look so familiar
painted lines and colors I don't recognize
but if I'm moving I don't feel it anymore
But I don't think that I'm
gonna find my answers here
but I don't think I'm far
(repeat)
It's kind of weirdly monotone, alot lower than most of my songs. *shrug* As I said, it's not brilliant, it just feels nice, and it's something to do on my 15 minute break at work.
Nothing exciting has happened today, but yesterday Jared and Sara came over. We watched Super Size Me and my gooooodness. It was gross. We had (except for Jared who only shared the first urge) urges to never eat fast food again, while at the same time strong urges to go out and get a hamburger 'cause the movie makes you hungry ^_^ We watched the video for Coin-Operated Boy and watched the Rejected cartoons DVD. It was a very nice night, I do so like the Jared and the Girl, yes indeed. They know things. They know things about asian beverages, and spoons being too big, and handsome girls and exquisite corpses and *sigh* David Bowie. Ah yes. I like them alot. It was the first time they have ever come over, and I tried my best to get the apartment to resemble a place where humans lived... it looked OK, except our bedroom, which I have decided is just a lost cause. So sad.
Tonight Dan and I are going to go out to Starbucks when he gets off of work. It should be fun. He's a good guy, too. He's a very Bear type. Very teddy bear and huggable and cute. And delicate. Very delicate. I like him.
OK, off I do go.
The Blue
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