And the Beat Goes On
Long time no update…Hmmm…where to start…
I think homework is slowly killing me. Wait, strike that since it doesn’t work, it’s slowly…um…something unpleasant…let’s go with demoralizing me since I can’t come up with anything better.
My life is consumed by school in general so that shortens anything to a great extent.
Things that have happened:
99 (well 98) balloons on my ceiling
Homecoming: good food + great friends + pretty dress + dancing = fun
Hung out a couple times
Blah…blah…blah
“That’s enough straight writing, time for some meaningful stuff and some for fun.
Par-sley, partner, partner, howdy partner, howdy partner, howdy partner.
Parley?
That's the one, parley. Parley!
Parley, down to the depths whatever man that thought up parley.
French, Latin based of course, inventors of mayonnaise.
I like mayonnaise.
The shame about the French really, obsessed with raisins, humiliated grapes really. Think about it.
Don't know.
Terrific seeing as the French *whistles* eunuchs, all of 'em.
That's not right
I used to date a eunuch.
I'll get me coat.”
“I can’t breath”
*splash*
Mark it, cut it, sew it, make it new, and don’t forget the earrings.
Pink toenails: do you know what that means?
“Mirror mirror on the wall have I got it
‘Cause mirror you’ve always told me who I am
I’m finding it’s not easy to be perfect
So sorry, you won’t define me
Sorry, you don’t own me
Who are you to tell me that I’m less than what I should be
Who are you, who are you, yeah
I don’t need to listen to the list of things I should do
I won’t try, I won’t try
Mirror I am seeing a new reflection
I’m looking into the eyes of who you made
And to him I am beauty beyond compare
I know he defines me, hey
Who are you to tell me that I’m less than what I should be
Who are you, who are you, yeah
I don’t need to listen to the list of things I should do
I won’t try, I won’t try
You don’t define me
You don’t define me
You don’t define me
You don’t define me
Who are you to tell me that I’m less than what I should be
Who are you, who are you, yeah yeah
I don’t need to listen to the list of things I should do
I won’t try, I won’t try
Who are you to tell me that I’m less than what I should be
Who are you, who are you, yeah yeah
I don’t need to listen to the list of things I should do
I won’t try, I won’t try”
“You spin me right round, baby
Right round like a record, baby
Right round round round
You spin me right round, baby
Right round like a record, baby
Right round round round”
“One plus two plus two plus one”
What else is like leaves, having to die to show its inter color and beauty?
I’m dizzy, but still you spin
“…Now I look stupid
We're living in a world with a lot of pressure
It's quite unneeded to put more pressure on me…”
Am I a so delicate that I require buffers against the world?
“May it be an evening star
Shines down upon you
May it be when darkness falls
Your heart will be true
You walk a lonely road
Oh! How far you are from home
Mornie utúlië (darkness has come)
Believe and you will find your way
Mornie alantië (darkness has fallen)
A promise lives within you now
May it be the shadows call
Will fly away
May it be you journey on
To light the day
When the night is overcome
You may rise to find the sun
Mornie utúlië (darkness has come)
Believe and you will find your way
Mornie alantië (darkness has fallen)
A promise lives within you now
A promise lives within you now”
I think homework is slowly killing me. Wait, strike that since it doesn’t work, it’s slowly…um…something unpleasant…let’s go with demoralizing me since I can’t come up with anything better.
My life is consumed by school in general so that shortens anything to a great extent.
Things that have happened:
99 (well 98) balloons on my ceiling
Homecoming: good food + great friends + pretty dress + dancing = fun
Hung out a couple times
Blah…blah…blah
“That’s enough straight writing, time for some meaningful stuff and some for fun.
Par-sley, partner, partner, howdy partner, howdy partner, howdy partner.
Parley?
That's the one, parley. Parley!
Parley, down to the depths whatever man that thought up parley.
French, Latin based of course, inventors of mayonnaise.
I like mayonnaise.
The shame about the French really, obsessed with raisins, humiliated grapes really. Think about it.
Don't know.
Terrific seeing as the French *whistles* eunuchs, all of 'em.
That's not right
I used to date a eunuch.
I'll get me coat.”
“I can’t breath”
*splash*
Mark it, cut it, sew it, make it new, and don’t forget the earrings.
Pink toenails: do you know what that means?
“Mirror mirror on the wall have I got it
‘Cause mirror you’ve always told me who I am
I’m finding it’s not easy to be perfect
So sorry, you won’t define me
Sorry, you don’t own me
Who are you to tell me that I’m less than what I should be
Who are you, who are you, yeah
I don’t need to listen to the list of things I should do
I won’t try, I won’t try
Mirror I am seeing a new reflection
I’m looking into the eyes of who you made
And to him I am beauty beyond compare
I know he defines me, hey
Who are you to tell me that I’m less than what I should be
Who are you, who are you, yeah
I don’t need to listen to the list of things I should do
I won’t try, I won’t try
You don’t define me
You don’t define me
You don’t define me
You don’t define me
Who are you to tell me that I’m less than what I should be
Who are you, who are you, yeah yeah
I don’t need to listen to the list of things I should do
I won’t try, I won’t try
Who are you to tell me that I’m less than what I should be
Who are you, who are you, yeah yeah
I don’t need to listen to the list of things I should do
I won’t try, I won’t try”
“You spin me right round, baby
Right round like a record, baby
Right round round round
You spin me right round, baby
Right round like a record, baby
Right round round round”
“One plus two plus two plus one”
What else is like leaves, having to die to show its inter color and beauty?
I’m dizzy, but still you spin
“…Now I look stupid
We're living in a world with a lot of pressure
It's quite unneeded to put more pressure on me…”
Am I a so delicate that I require buffers against the world?
“May it be an evening star
Shines down upon you
May it be when darkness falls
Your heart will be true
You walk a lonely road
Oh! How far you are from home
Mornie utúlië (darkness has come)
Believe and you will find your way
Mornie alantië (darkness has fallen)
A promise lives within you now
May it be the shadows call
Will fly away
May it be you journey on
To light the day
When the night is overcome
You may rise to find the sun
Mornie utúlië (darkness has come)
Believe and you will find your way
Mornie alantië (darkness has fallen)
A promise lives within you now
A promise lives within you now”