...and I'm back from the time warp! What year is it?
Love writes a letter and sends it to hate.
“My vacations ending I’m coming home late.”
“The weather was fine and the ocean was great.”
“And I can’t wait to see you again.”
Hate reads the letter and throws it away.
“No one here cares if you go or you stay.”
“I barely even noticed that you were away.”
“I’ll see you or I won’t, whatever.”
Love sings a song as she sails through the sky.
The water looks bluer through her pretty eyes.
And everyone knows it whenever she flies.
And also when she comes down.
Hate keeps his head up and walks through the street.
Every stranger and drifter he greets.
And shakes hands with every loner he meets
with a serious look on his face.
Love arrives safely with suitcase in toe.
Carrying with her the good things we know.
A reason to live and a reason to grow
To trust, to hold, to care
Hate sits alone on the hood of his car
without much regard to the moon or the stars.
Lazily killing the last of a jar
of the strongest stuff you can drink.
Love takes a taxi, a young man drives
As soon he sees her hope fills his eyes.
But tears follow after at the end of the ride.
Cause he might never see her again.
Hate gets home lucky to still be alive.
He screams over the sidewalk and into the drive.
The clock in the kitchen says two fifty five
And the clock in the kitchen is slow.
Love has been waiting patient and kind.
Just wanting a phone call or some kind of sign.
That the one that she cares for who’s out of his mind
Will make it back safe to her arms.
Hate stumbles forward and leans in the door.
Weary head hung down, eyes to the floor
He says, “Love I’m sorry” and she says, “What for?”
“I’m yours and that’s it, whatever”
“I should not have been gone for so long”
“I’m yours and that’s it, forever”
“Your mine and that’s it, forever”
The Ballad of Love and Hate by The Avett Brothers
It's been a while since - okay, I don't remember the last time - a song made me want to cry, so I decided to implant the fact into eternal cyberspace infamy. I read a description of this song while I was looking for the lyrics, and it said that the song was supposed to make you cry, so I feel better about myself.
It's been so long since I last updated, I'm not going to even mention it <- beyond that last comment.
But what's new? My car? My boyfriend? (Yesss!::fist pump::) Justin's apartment? My room? My mom? Your mom? Me and Libby's jobs? My grandparent's living quarters? My parents' loneliness? My karate belt and my tan? My friends? My alternate lives? My school/summer/plan for the future? My [insert noun here]???
The answer is yes.
I'll start with something easy: yesterday.
Since we've got all this extra furniture from my grandparent's house, a friend of my dad's and her daughter came over to pick some stuff out for the daughter's new apartment. The girl is only a couple of years older than me I think, and we used to live in the same neighborhood and currently both go to KSU, so we technically had some catching up to do. So she talked...and talked, and talked, and talked, and I was thinking "Oh my god, this is amazing!" while listening. For this one short visit I'll admit it was better than awkward silence, but if I had to do that any more often I think I would go crazy. After they left, I said to my dad, "man, she can really talk, can't she?" and we laughed, and my dad asked if we had anything in common or if she was the type of person I would ever hang out with. I told him the only thing we had in common was our gender and the school we went to, and then reflected on how different people can be. That kind of thing doesn't occur to me that often since I hang out/work with the same people almost every day, and those people are around me that often because of a certain number of things we have in common. To interact with a person who has NOTHING in common with me is shocking and amusing. I mean, a bum on the streets of downtown ATL and I have little in common as well, but someone with similar social status and age and living in the same region as I can also be similarly of another world. And yet, she had so much to tell me...
I think this will be the last time I update my LiveJournal. It just doesn't make sense anymore. If I've got anything worth mentioning, I'll be blogging it on MySpace from now on since that's where the people are these days. I hope LiveJournal doesn't go away, but at the same time I know it will and must therefore move on.
Bah, humbug. I hate this entry so much I don't even want to finish it.
Dear LiveJournal,
I am frightened of the future. I am also very excited about it. The most striking difference between the two is that my fear is based on an inevitability, but my happiness is based on a hope. Doesn't that sound like a downhill equation? But such is life, and just like the Silver Surfer said: "We always have a choice."
“My vacations ending I’m coming home late.”
“The weather was fine and the ocean was great.”
“And I can’t wait to see you again.”
Hate reads the letter and throws it away.
“No one here cares if you go or you stay.”
“I barely even noticed that you were away.”
“I’ll see you or I won’t, whatever.”
Love sings a song as she sails through the sky.
The water looks bluer through her pretty eyes.
And everyone knows it whenever she flies.
And also when she comes down.
Hate keeps his head up and walks through the street.
Every stranger and drifter he greets.
And shakes hands with every loner he meets
with a serious look on his face.
Love arrives safely with suitcase in toe.
Carrying with her the good things we know.
A reason to live and a reason to grow
To trust, to hold, to care
Hate sits alone on the hood of his car
without much regard to the moon or the stars.
Lazily killing the last of a jar
of the strongest stuff you can drink.
Love takes a taxi, a young man drives
As soon he sees her hope fills his eyes.
But tears follow after at the end of the ride.
Cause he might never see her again.
Hate gets home lucky to still be alive.
He screams over the sidewalk and into the drive.
The clock in the kitchen says two fifty five
And the clock in the kitchen is slow.
Love has been waiting patient and kind.
Just wanting a phone call or some kind of sign.
That the one that she cares for who’s out of his mind
Will make it back safe to her arms.
Hate stumbles forward and leans in the door.
Weary head hung down, eyes to the floor
He says, “Love I’m sorry” and she says, “What for?”
“I’m yours and that’s it, whatever”
“I should not have been gone for so long”
“I’m yours and that’s it, forever”
“Your mine and that’s it, forever”
The Ballad of Love and Hate by The Avett Brothers
It's been a while since - okay, I don't remember the last time - a song made me want to cry, so I decided to implant the fact into eternal cyberspace infamy. I read a description of this song while I was looking for the lyrics, and it said that the song was supposed to make you cry, so I feel better about myself.
It's been so long since I last updated, I'm not going to even mention it <- beyond that last comment.
But what's new? My car? My boyfriend? (Yesss!::fist pump::) Justin's apartment? My room? My mom? Your mom? Me and Libby's jobs? My grandparent's living quarters? My parents' loneliness? My karate belt and my tan? My friends? My alternate lives? My school/summer/plan for the future? My [insert noun here]???
The answer is yes.
I'll start with something easy: yesterday.
Since we've got all this extra furniture from my grandparent's house, a friend of my dad's and her daughter came over to pick some stuff out for the daughter's new apartment. The girl is only a couple of years older than me I think, and we used to live in the same neighborhood and currently both go to KSU, so we technically had some catching up to do. So she talked...and talked, and talked, and talked, and I was thinking "Oh my god, this is amazing!" while listening. For this one short visit I'll admit it was better than awkward silence, but if I had to do that any more often I think I would go crazy. After they left, I said to my dad, "man, she can really talk, can't she?" and we laughed, and my dad asked if we had anything in common or if she was the type of person I would ever hang out with. I told him the only thing we had in common was our gender and the school we went to, and then reflected on how different people can be. That kind of thing doesn't occur to me that often since I hang out/work with the same people almost every day, and those people are around me that often because of a certain number of things we have in common. To interact with a person who has NOTHING in common with me is shocking and amusing. I mean, a bum on the streets of downtown ATL and I have little in common as well, but someone with similar social status and age and living in the same region as I can also be similarly of another world. And yet, she had so much to tell me...
I think this will be the last time I update my LiveJournal. It just doesn't make sense anymore. If I've got anything worth mentioning, I'll be blogging it on MySpace from now on since that's where the people are these days. I hope LiveJournal doesn't go away, but at the same time I know it will and must therefore move on.
Bah, humbug. I hate this entry so much I don't even want to finish it.
Dear LiveJournal,
I am frightened of the future. I am also very excited about it. The most striking difference between the two is that my fear is based on an inevitability, but my happiness is based on a hope. Doesn't that sound like a downhill equation? But such is life, and just like the Silver Surfer said: "We always have a choice."