My iPod is depressed
I am, in fact, alive, having safely survived Thanksgiving. I even managed to do something productive over break, namely finishing my final photo project, though I spent the rest of break either cooking or knitting while watching Dark Angel, a scifi show from my middle school years. It is perhaps not the most intellectually stimulating show, but it is very visually pleasing. It is full of extraordinarily pretty people that either snark at each other or make things explode.
To celebrate the beginning of OhMyGodFinals time, a fun meme:
Put your MP3 player on shuffle, and write down the first line of the first twenty songs. Post the poem that results. The first line of the twenty-first is the title.
Head Underwater
Dancing bears, painted wings
I will remember you
The seaweed is always greener in somebody else’s lake
I caught sight of my reflection
The trial is set before us, and it’s hard to understand
I should tell you I’m disaster
Tale as old as time
I had no choice but to hear you
In the darkness of the night I had a dream
It’s the summer in the spring of December
Let me sail, let me sail
Please allow me to introduce myself
I watch you while you’re sleeping
All day, staring at the ceiling makin’ friends with shadows on my wall
I hope you’re happy
Lookin’ back at the beginning of this and how life was
If I’d be so inclined to climb up beside you
I linger in the doorway
Look, I find some of what you teach suspect
I’m strange, and you’re strange
Clearly, my iPod is in an unfufilling relationship. They used to love each other, but the passion has died.
To celebrate the beginning of OhMyGodFinals time, a fun meme:
Put your MP3 player on shuffle, and write down the first line of the first twenty songs. Post the poem that results. The first line of the twenty-first is the title.
Head Underwater
Dancing bears, painted wings
I will remember you
The seaweed is always greener in somebody else’s lake
I caught sight of my reflection
The trial is set before us, and it’s hard to understand
I should tell you I’m disaster
Tale as old as time
I had no choice but to hear you
In the darkness of the night I had a dream
It’s the summer in the spring of December
Let me sail, let me sail
Please allow me to introduce myself
I watch you while you’re sleeping
All day, staring at the ceiling makin’ friends with shadows on my wall
I hope you’re happy
Lookin’ back at the beginning of this and how life was
If I’d be so inclined to climb up beside you
I linger in the doorway
Look, I find some of what you teach suspect
I’m strange, and you’re strange
Clearly, my iPod is in an unfufilling relationship. They used to love each other, but the passion has died.