a matter of minutes
I've been thinking
About you and me
Maybe I was just
Seeing what I wanted to see
You can call me crazy
But you know this time I swore
That I wouldn't run
But I can't do that anymore
I can't find a way to stay
And I can't see my way to go
But I can't give up without a fight.
I can pack myself up in a matter of minutes,
Leave you all far behind
All of my old world and all the things in it are hard to find
If they ever were mine
You've been trying
And I know it's been hard
And I'm afraid of
All this blood in my heart
If there's one thing certain
It's there ain't nothing for sure
And I want to run
But I can't do that anymore
I can't meet you half way
And I can't have it my way
And I can't give up without a fight
I can pack myself up in a matter of minutes,
Leave you all far behind
And all of my old world and all the things in it are hard to find
All of my old world and all the things in it are hard to find
Like they ever were mine
I could count the good times we had
On one hand
All the rest was
A sort of means to the end
Well not it's done
And I can never
Go back to where I was before
And I wanna run...
I can get myself clean in a matter of minutes
And get it wrong every time
All of my whole world and all the things in it are hard to, hard to find
Everything change in a matter of minutes
And nothing was saved in time
All of my old world and all the things in it are hard to find
But they never
never
never
were mine
-shawn colvin
god i love that song. she's amazing.
the internet is sooooo sloooooow today. what the crap? grr.
well, i may never see my nightmare before christmas soundtrack again. i lent it to sarah z. and lord knows if it will come out of her house in a single piece. but she's apparently going to lend me viele boingo cds to burn... so it's all good.
ooh, speaking of boingo... looks like i turned another friend into a boingoliod. muwah. shelagh is an elfman minion! or she will be once i burn skeletons in the closet for her or something. tee hee. XD
mom's directing a streetcar named desire for her spring show. and blanche is african american O.O crazy, but cool.
gargh! my crazy stepmom won't email me the pictures i took when i was in new york. i used her digital camera, so i'm waiting for her to send me the pics because dad has no bloody idea how to work anything remotely related to technology. he can't even open a bag of potato chips, okay. but i love him anyway. it's just my blasted stiefmutti that can't get off her bum and find time to email me the pictures that *i* took. schnarfffff.
wow. note to self: never do a project with ryan max... ever again. he's a lazy fool. okay, i'm almost done my part of the project which is due on friday and i don't want to have to pick up his slack. if he wants to stay up nights working on a worthless history project, he can for all i care.
katie told me i was in a good mood. i don't really feel any different... maybe... it's because our next shakespeare performance isn't for a while so i'm kinda laid back. but i have shit loads of work to do for my english paper. curse you, fetchko!