I love you Roonil Wazlib.
Monday, a day like no other.
Monday, was their last day.
Some say, life is a struggle.
Some say, life should be easy.
One day, in a peaceful village school day, in working DUNBLANE.
ONE man, could change their whole world, one man, is all it took for...
No school today, it's just a memory, ONE MIND GONE WRONG???
I don't wanna play on Monday.
I don't wanna play on Monday.
Pinned to my memory, not just another Monday, it seems like such a lie.
Change of plans on a rainy day a new lesson to be learnt today.
Pack up your guns and your soldiers too because 1 sick mind depends on YOU...
Playin' quietly, along came destiny, I don't wanna play...
I am very addicted to this song. I'm liking the fact that I know all the words, and that I'm home on my own right now, and so have it up full blast, and am singing as I write this. This song is about Dunblane Massacre, and in Chris Cheney's words: "Monday was written about the Dunblane massacre - the social worker who walked into the local primary school and gunned down 16 children and a teacher. What a senseless act. I just felt compelled to write a song about it." (Even though it was fifteen children, and one more died at the hospital, and he wasn't a social worker...)
I think I like it so much because it is so TLE, so much yelling, and brilliant guitar playing, and if I turn it up loud enough, I don't have to think about anything else.
Anyways. I finished reading Harry Potter again today. I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE THINKING! OBSESSION! No, really. I read it all in the span of about 7 hours on the saturday that it came out, and I loved it of course, but I did what I always do when I get a HP book, I re-read it straight after and pick up on all the little hints, such as 'The flowery scent that he remembered from the Burrow,' and THE LOCKET! (But that's another book). Having finished it just before my Psych SAC, I had time to give it to Samantha, who's reading it over the weekend, and study for a couple of minutes.
But I've been complaining all day. I'm not going to say it isn't like me to complain, because I know I do it all the time, but I'm about to burst. I could sorta say three things at most to each person, but I feel like such a whinger. And so I think I need to make a list of all the things that are bothering me right now. Please, if you don't want to, don't read it. I don't intend to waste your time, reader, but I'd like to get it all out.
My legs keep cramping. I have a knot in my shoulder. My hair never looks good straight. It won't curl either. My nose. The fact that my retainer keeps falling out and doesn't fit my mouth anymore, already after two weeks only. I don't have any money. I have no clue what to get Nicole for her 18th. I have no idea what to wear tomorrow. I don't have a job. Everyone in this house shits me. My brother won't make up his mind. He only listens to what I have to say if we're talking about him. I have to wait another 2 years for the last Harry Potter books. I fell asleep last night and missed the special on T.V. I can't play an instrument, and I wish I could. I'm ugly. And fat. I have no idea what I'm going to do next year. I think I'll join the Army and run away. I think one of my friends is avoiding me, and I'm not sure if I've done anything. Maybe I'm being paranoid. I hope so. I was called vindictive, and I'm not entirely sure why, I don't think I'm vindictive, what would I have to gain? I can't even listen to a voicemail message from my ex-boyfriend without getting tears in my eyes. Our friendship seems to have disintergrated, and I really don't know why. I guess it's my fault. I'm thinking he's not talking to me, and I don't know what I've done this time. It worries me that he's still seems unhappy, and there's STILL fuck all I can do about it. I hate Powderfinger. I want to go to the Coke Live'n'Local concert, as TLE is headlining, but I don't know how many labels I need. I feel so unchallenged at school, I'm wishing that I did VCE English, just for something to do. They get to read books, and write, and express themselves, and I'm stuck writing FUCKING DVD BLURBS. I do'nt have any hobbies, except writing, which I am shit at anyways. I can't stop cracking my knuckles, and they hurt. I'm 18 in less than 3 months, and I still feel like a baby. I'm never going to get my license, 'cause I can't practice in any of our cars. I'm constantly at arms with one of my friends, unless I'm laughing at her jokes, but she can be really cruel, and it hurts. I haven't seen my dad in four months, and I miss him. He is really sick at the moment, and I'm worried about him. I wish he'd stop smoking. In fact, I wish every smoker I knew would stop smoking. I wish I had some flat shoes that looked okay and were comfortable. I'm scared about finishing school, I don't want to leave. I'm sick of getting kicked off the computer. I'm sick of being second best. I'm sick of HIM putting them before everyone else, even though SHE puts everyone as equal. I hate Snape, I wish he would die, and I hope Harry kills him. I hope Ron and Hermione get together, they want each other BAD and are just in denial. I wish that I didn't have to listen to RnB shit in the next classroom every day at lunch time. I wish that I was invited to Caitlin's party, I hate that they talk about it. I wish Baden was still around, I liked playing a loony. I hate pretending I'm okay. I wish I wasn't so anti-social. I wish more people understood me. I don't even understand myself.
*sigh* God, I'm so pathetic. Well, I said I was going to complain. And I don't know what I'm going to do with all those complaints, probably nothing. Most of them should work themselves out (especially the Ron and Hermione bit) but I just can't be bothered doing a single thing anymore. I barely even leave my room, just 'cause it means I don't have to talk to anyone. Not that I'm even angry, I just don't feel like conversing.
I feel like there's a constant battle in my head. The only person who can even comprehend what's going on inside my head is myself, and that's not fun company. I'm so indecisive. I feel like the future has grabbed my legs and is trying to pull me, but I'm clinging onto the doorframe of the past. Pfft, whatever.
Cheers.
Monday, was their last day.
Some say, life is a struggle.
Some say, life should be easy.
One day, in a peaceful village school day, in working DUNBLANE.
ONE man, could change their whole world, one man, is all it took for...
No school today, it's just a memory, ONE MIND GONE WRONG???
I don't wanna play on Monday.
I don't wanna play on Monday.
Pinned to my memory, not just another Monday, it seems like such a lie.
Change of plans on a rainy day a new lesson to be learnt today.
Pack up your guns and your soldiers too because 1 sick mind depends on YOU...
Playin' quietly, along came destiny, I don't wanna play...
I am very addicted to this song. I'm liking the fact that I know all the words, and that I'm home on my own right now, and so have it up full blast, and am singing as I write this. This song is about Dunblane Massacre, and in Chris Cheney's words: "Monday was written about the Dunblane massacre - the social worker who walked into the local primary school and gunned down 16 children and a teacher. What a senseless act. I just felt compelled to write a song about it." (Even though it was fifteen children, and one more died at the hospital, and he wasn't a social worker...)
I think I like it so much because it is so TLE, so much yelling, and brilliant guitar playing, and if I turn it up loud enough, I don't have to think about anything else.
Anyways. I finished reading Harry Potter again today. I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE THINKING! OBSESSION! No, really. I read it all in the span of about 7 hours on the saturday that it came out, and I loved it of course, but I did what I always do when I get a HP book, I re-read it straight after and pick up on all the little hints, such as 'The flowery scent that he remembered from the Burrow,' and THE LOCKET! (But that's another book). Having finished it just before my Psych SAC, I had time to give it to Samantha, who's reading it over the weekend, and study for a couple of minutes.
But I've been complaining all day. I'm not going to say it isn't like me to complain, because I know I do it all the time, but I'm about to burst. I could sorta say three things at most to each person, but I feel like such a whinger. And so I think I need to make a list of all the things that are bothering me right now. Please, if you don't want to, don't read it. I don't intend to waste your time, reader, but I'd like to get it all out.
My legs keep cramping. I have a knot in my shoulder. My hair never looks good straight. It won't curl either. My nose. The fact that my retainer keeps falling out and doesn't fit my mouth anymore, already after two weeks only. I don't have any money. I have no clue what to get Nicole for her 18th. I have no idea what to wear tomorrow. I don't have a job. Everyone in this house shits me. My brother won't make up his mind. He only listens to what I have to say if we're talking about him. I have to wait another 2 years for the last Harry Potter books. I fell asleep last night and missed the special on T.V. I can't play an instrument, and I wish I could. I'm ugly. And fat. I have no idea what I'm going to do next year. I think I'll join the Army and run away. I think one of my friends is avoiding me, and I'm not sure if I've done anything. Maybe I'm being paranoid. I hope so. I was called vindictive, and I'm not entirely sure why, I don't think I'm vindictive, what would I have to gain? I can't even listen to a voicemail message from my ex-boyfriend without getting tears in my eyes. Our friendship seems to have disintergrated, and I really don't know why. I guess it's my fault. I'm thinking he's not talking to me, and I don't know what I've done this time. It worries me that he's still seems unhappy, and there's STILL fuck all I can do about it. I hate Powderfinger. I want to go to the Coke Live'n'Local concert, as TLE is headlining, but I don't know how many labels I need. I feel so unchallenged at school, I'm wishing that I did VCE English, just for something to do. They get to read books, and write, and express themselves, and I'm stuck writing FUCKING DVD BLURBS. I do'nt have any hobbies, except writing, which I am shit at anyways. I can't stop cracking my knuckles, and they hurt. I'm 18 in less than 3 months, and I still feel like a baby. I'm never going to get my license, 'cause I can't practice in any of our cars. I'm constantly at arms with one of my friends, unless I'm laughing at her jokes, but she can be really cruel, and it hurts. I haven't seen my dad in four months, and I miss him. He is really sick at the moment, and I'm worried about him. I wish he'd stop smoking. In fact, I wish every smoker I knew would stop smoking. I wish I had some flat shoes that looked okay and were comfortable. I'm scared about finishing school, I don't want to leave. I'm sick of getting kicked off the computer. I'm sick of being second best. I'm sick of HIM putting them before everyone else, even though SHE puts everyone as equal. I hate Snape, I wish he would die, and I hope Harry kills him. I hope Ron and Hermione get together, they want each other BAD and are just in denial. I wish that I didn't have to listen to RnB shit in the next classroom every day at lunch time. I wish that I was invited to Caitlin's party, I hate that they talk about it. I wish Baden was still around, I liked playing a loony. I hate pretending I'm okay. I wish I wasn't so anti-social. I wish more people understood me. I don't even understand myself.
*sigh* God, I'm so pathetic. Well, I said I was going to complain. And I don't know what I'm going to do with all those complaints, probably nothing. Most of them should work themselves out (especially the Ron and Hermione bit) but I just can't be bothered doing a single thing anymore. I barely even leave my room, just 'cause it means I don't have to talk to anyone. Not that I'm even angry, I just don't feel like conversing.
I feel like there's a constant battle in my head. The only person who can even comprehend what's going on inside my head is myself, and that's not fun company. I'm so indecisive. I feel like the future has grabbed my legs and is trying to pull me, but I'm clinging onto the doorframe of the past. Pfft, whatever.
Cheers.