Doodeedoo
Apparently I sound like a man when I sing. Hee.
Jess and Jon have come and gone, and we did have some fun. I think I was boring them, but Chris came over and entertained. Yay! We saw Charlie and the Chocolate Factory again, and took a random hiking trail to a tree. Last night we beat the crap out of each other with pillows, then all four of us gathered on the incredible sinking bed trying to stay warm and just talking. We got to bed after 2:00 AM, got up aboot 4:30, went to the airport. I came home and slept till 12:30, then went and got my teeth drilled. They feel funny now. I do not like it.
Then I took another nap. Heh.
My mum finished my yellow/black pants! They look awesome.
EDIT:
I'm going to Florida on Thursday.
My new deodorant smells so grand.
They are sad in their suburbs robots water the lawn
and everything they touch gets dusted spotless.
So they start to believe that they haven't touched anything at all.
While the cars in the driveway only multiply.
They are lost in their houses.
I have heard them sing in the shower
and making speeches to their sister on the telephone.
Saying, You come home.
Darling, you come here.
Don't stay so far away from me.
This weather has me wanting love more tangible.
Something I can hold... It's getting cold...
So lets hold up our fists to the flame in the sky
to block out the light that is reaching for our eyes
because it would blind us. It will blind us.
Now I have locked my actions in the grooves of routine.
So I may never be free of this apathy.
But I wait for a letter that is coming to me.
She sends me pictures of the ocean in an envelope.
So there still is hope.
Yes, I can be healed.
There is someone looking for what I concealed
In my secret drawer,
in my pockets deep,
you will find the reasons that I can't sleep
And you'll still want me.
But will you still want me?
Well, I say come for the week.
You can sleep in my bed.
And then pass through my life like a dream through my head.
It will be easy. I will make it easy.
But all I have for the moment is a song to pass the time.
A melody to keep me from worrying.
Oh, some simple progression to keep my fingers busy.
And words that are sure to come back to me
And they'll be laughing. And they'll be laughing.
My mediocrity. My mediocrity.
Jess and Jon have come and gone, and we did have some fun. I think I was boring them, but Chris came over and entertained. Yay! We saw Charlie and the Chocolate Factory again, and took a random hiking trail to a tree. Last night we beat the crap out of each other with pillows, then all four of us gathered on the incredible sinking bed trying to stay warm and just talking. We got to bed after 2:00 AM, got up aboot 4:30, went to the airport. I came home and slept till 12:30, then went and got my teeth drilled. They feel funny now. I do not like it.
Then I took another nap. Heh.
My mum finished my yellow/black pants! They look awesome.
EDIT:
I'm going to Florida on Thursday.
My new deodorant smells so grand.
They are sad in their suburbs robots water the lawn
and everything they touch gets dusted spotless.
So they start to believe that they haven't touched anything at all.
While the cars in the driveway only multiply.
They are lost in their houses.
I have heard them sing in the shower
and making speeches to their sister on the telephone.
Saying, You come home.
Darling, you come here.
Don't stay so far away from me.
This weather has me wanting love more tangible.
Something I can hold... It's getting cold...
So lets hold up our fists to the flame in the sky
to block out the light that is reaching for our eyes
because it would blind us. It will blind us.
Now I have locked my actions in the grooves of routine.
So I may never be free of this apathy.
But I wait for a letter that is coming to me.
She sends me pictures of the ocean in an envelope.
So there still is hope.
Yes, I can be healed.
There is someone looking for what I concealed
In my secret drawer,
in my pockets deep,
you will find the reasons that I can't sleep
And you'll still want me.
But will you still want me?
Well, I say come for the week.
You can sleep in my bed.
And then pass through my life like a dream through my head.
It will be easy. I will make it easy.
But all I have for the moment is a song to pass the time.
A melody to keep me from worrying.
Oh, some simple progression to keep my fingers busy.
And words that are sure to come back to me
And they'll be laughing. And they'll be laughing.
My mediocrity. My mediocrity.