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gaaaaaah. cold. tired. cold. tired. cold. tired. cold. cold. cold.
im not looking forward to getting the bus home.edit: smeef is picking me up in return for bacon sammiches and hot chocolate. lovelovelove. early morning. cold. yuck. but i am looking forward to seeing miss boo and getting my hair fixed. she is superbly super. my mum says theres a new stylist at tate hair&beauty and apparently he's really good. she's offered to pay half if i go there, so i can't say no really. considering steven cut about half a centimeter off my hair and there are still split ends and stuff. gah. i was thinking about getting cut shorter again, butthen i thought about how long its taken to grow it out, and how much hassle it was to straighten it all the time, and how i really can't be bothered, and i'd probably cry loads afterwards. so im staying long. and growing it still. longlonglong. i love my hair. when it's not been massacred -growl-.
they boy said he was gonna stay in last night. again, he ended up going out. and calling me at 4 in the morning. it went something like this.
"whah?"
"...i went out."
-mumblemumble-
"pretty drunk."
-grumble-
"were you asleep?"
"what? no. i was fucking tap dancing."
"oh."
"can i go back to sleep now? i have to be up at 9."
"oh."
"are you okay?"
-mumble-
"look, phone me tomorrow okay?"
"yeah."
"bye."
"bye."
at first, it was cute. now its just downright annoying. especially when he's said he wasnt going to go out.
what am i going to do with him?
drink up, baby, stay up all night
the things you could do, you won't but you might
the potential you'll be, that you'll never see
the promises you'll only make
drink up with me now and forget all about the pressure of days
do what I say and I'll make you okay and drive them away
the images stuck in your head
people you've been before that you don't want around anymore
that push and shove and won't bend to your will
I'll keep them still
drink up, baby, look at the stars
I'll kiss you again between the bars
where I'm seeing you
there with your hands in the air, waiting to finally be caught
drink up one more time and I'll make you mine
keep you apart
deep in my heart
separate from the rest
where I like you the best and keep the things you forgot
the people you've been before that you don't want around anymore
that push and shove and won't bend to your will
I'll keep them still
elliot smith - between the bars
im not looking forward to getting the bus home.edit: smeef is picking me up in return for bacon sammiches and hot chocolate. lovelovelove. early morning. cold. yuck. but i am looking forward to seeing miss boo and getting my hair fixed. she is superbly super. my mum says theres a new stylist at tate hair&beauty and apparently he's really good. she's offered to pay half if i go there, so i can't say no really. considering steven cut about half a centimeter off my hair and there are still split ends and stuff. gah. i was thinking about getting cut shorter again, butthen i thought about how long its taken to grow it out, and how much hassle it was to straighten it all the time, and how i really can't be bothered, and i'd probably cry loads afterwards. so im staying long. and growing it still. longlonglong. i love my hair. when it's not been massacred -growl-.
they boy said he was gonna stay in last night. again, he ended up going out. and calling me at 4 in the morning. it went something like this.
"whah?"
"...i went out."
-mumblemumble-
"pretty drunk."
-grumble-
"were you asleep?"
"what? no. i was fucking tap dancing."
"oh."
"can i go back to sleep now? i have to be up at 9."
"oh."
"are you okay?"
-mumble-
"look, phone me tomorrow okay?"
"yeah."
"bye."
"bye."
at first, it was cute. now its just downright annoying. especially when he's said he wasnt going to go out.
what am i going to do with him?
drink up, baby, stay up all night
the things you could do, you won't but you might
the potential you'll be, that you'll never see
the promises you'll only make
drink up with me now and forget all about the pressure of days
do what I say and I'll make you okay and drive them away
the images stuck in your head
people you've been before that you don't want around anymore
that push and shove and won't bend to your will
I'll keep them still
drink up, baby, look at the stars
I'll kiss you again between the bars
where I'm seeing you
there with your hands in the air, waiting to finally be caught
drink up one more time and I'll make you mine
keep you apart
deep in my heart
separate from the rest
where I like you the best and keep the things you forgot
the people you've been before that you don't want around anymore
that push and shove and won't bend to your will
I'll keep them still
elliot smith - between the bars