Opinions are like addictions, everyone's got one
"Well here's an inside joke but you're all on the "out." But that's what we're about, so don't try to get in."
If you were to look into my recent 100 phone calls, you would basically see the same 4 names appearing over and over again. However, 1 of those names shouldn't really count, as it will become irrelevant in about 5 weeks.
I've been debating whether or not to have a "going away" party, as it truly is a "going away." I'll be gone for 54 weeks and then back for 11 more weeks before leaving for good to attend law school in the Bay Area, hopefully in SF at Hastings.
I hardly talk on Aim anymore, although I'm always "on." I rarely post in this thing. I don't go out on the weekends with people. I haven't been drunk in quite a while. I haven't properly hit a drum or a cymbal in months. I haven't had more than a passing conversation with anyone outside the previously mentioned people in, well, I don't know how long. <-- I guess that conversation with Ariane is the only one I can think of, and that was completely by accident.
I'll end up having the going away party only for the sake of decorum.
Late-night honesty may not be the best thing to share with the world, but at this point, I don't think I really care enough to even censor myself.
I won't miss Southern California. I won't miss San Diego. I will miss baseball and football season.
I have to be careful, ooh with what I say
I'm feeling dreadfully honest
And I might give too much away
The truth is best kept secret
When the secret will cause you pain
Try to confess it in some cliche lyric
Oh wouldn't that be such a waste?
You show me something that is free from traps and drawbacks
They've all got this sense of confusion
But some more pronounced than they'd like to let known
And a problem with living in general
We can make the effort
Find your own direcdtion
if you lose any more weight they're gonna start asking questions
Maybe theres a shortage of ways to pass the time
(You) Keep washing down those 'PMs with the blood of the vine
Now I see the logic
Behind your decisions
And it makes me feel remorseful
Like a "born again" in prison
With a quick confession
You start with a clean slate
Well if your God's that much of a push-over
Well then I guess you'll be ok
You show me something that is free from traps and drawbacks
They've all got this sense of confusion
But some more pronounced than they'd like to let known
And a problem with living in general
They've all got this sense of confusion
But some more pronounced than they'd like to let known
And a problem with living in general
You show me something permanent
And I will show you disillusion
I know that's sounding miserable but
Well that's just the impression i've got
If you were to look into my recent 100 phone calls, you would basically see the same 4 names appearing over and over again. However, 1 of those names shouldn't really count, as it will become irrelevant in about 5 weeks.
I've been debating whether or not to have a "going away" party, as it truly is a "going away." I'll be gone for 54 weeks and then back for 11 more weeks before leaving for good to attend law school in the Bay Area, hopefully in SF at Hastings.
I hardly talk on Aim anymore, although I'm always "on." I rarely post in this thing. I don't go out on the weekends with people. I haven't been drunk in quite a while. I haven't properly hit a drum or a cymbal in months. I haven't had more than a passing conversation with anyone outside the previously mentioned people in, well, I don't know how long. <-- I guess that conversation with Ariane is the only one I can think of, and that was completely by accident.
I'll end up having the going away party only for the sake of decorum.
Late-night honesty may not be the best thing to share with the world, but at this point, I don't think I really care enough to even censor myself.
I won't miss Southern California. I won't miss San Diego. I will miss baseball and football season.
I have to be careful, ooh with what I say
I'm feeling dreadfully honest
And I might give too much away
The truth is best kept secret
When the secret will cause you pain
Try to confess it in some cliche lyric
Oh wouldn't that be such a waste?
You show me something that is free from traps and drawbacks
They've all got this sense of confusion
But some more pronounced than they'd like to let known
And a problem with living in general
We can make the effort
Find your own direcdtion
if you lose any more weight they're gonna start asking questions
Maybe theres a shortage of ways to pass the time
(You) Keep washing down those 'PMs with the blood of the vine
Now I see the logic
Behind your decisions
And it makes me feel remorseful
Like a "born again" in prison
With a quick confession
You start with a clean slate
Well if your God's that much of a push-over
Well then I guess you'll be ok
You show me something that is free from traps and drawbacks
They've all got this sense of confusion
But some more pronounced than they'd like to let known
And a problem with living in general
They've all got this sense of confusion
But some more pronounced than they'd like to let known
And a problem with living in general
You show me something permanent
And I will show you disillusion
I know that's sounding miserable but
Well that's just the impression i've got