"Guess what today is?" "The pathetic continuation of yesterday?"
As my attempt to expand my Livejoural continues, I wondered what impression I would give. Not so much now as myself then. The strange, emo, goofy high school kid I once was. It's strange. I came up with a mathematical representation of my emotions in comparison to my writing skills.
G=4S Where G = Giddiness and S = Shitty writing
D=3E + 7P Where D = Depression, E = Eloquence and P = Patheticness of writing
Yeah, I know that didn't make much sense, but too freaking bad.
But going back and reading my entries brought back a lot of memories of things I'd forgotten. Back when I was best friends with Ena, and we'd hang out downtown every day during the summer, wasting money at Pinball Pete's. Then the summer... oh jeez I can't even remember what year it was. After my sophomre year, maybe... when I was out literally every night up to something. With Danny, or Josh, or Max, or Stefan... I miss those kids. Crazy nights on top of parking structures, smoking, Diag rats, The Neutral Zone, our Band [haha, I still really wish that could have taken off. Or that we wouldn't have fucked up that gig...] so many good times. I knew so many people then - I had the networking skills down. The summer of 05 was even better - spending every day with Bridget, driving all the fucking way to Canton to go to Guitar Center and play the drums. Driving in the Magical Italian Jungle and honking and the squirrels... and Professor Skippy-Spaz. And trying to track down Josh, sitting in that parking lot for HOURS, contemplating whether or not to go in, meanwhile doing donuts, screaming and honking - and that becoming a new pasttime... getting us into all sorts of new trouble.
I don't know. I guess what I should glean from this is that I should start documenting these types of things again. I can't imagine how many things I've done since college has started that I've forgotten about - things that should never fade from memory.
Another thing I noticed. Where the hell did I find all those amazing song lyrics? Fuckin' SERIOUSLY. I think I had a lot more time on my hands... less of it was being demanded by others. I could actually BE alone to think, be introspective, listen to music and figure things out. I had my shit together then. I don't want to trivialize that period of my life and say it was less complicated, but in some ways I feel like it was. I don't know.
And now for your enjoyment [whomever you may be] there will be a stream of song lyrics that I found particularly awesome.
Who kicked a hole in the sky so the heavens would cry over me?
Who stole the soul from the sun in a world come undone at the seams?
Let there be love
I hope the weather is calm as you sail up your heavenly stream
Suspended clear in the sky are the words that we sing in our dreams
Let there be love
Come on Baby Blue
Shake up your tired eyes
The world is waiting for you
May all your dreaming fill the empty sky
But if it makes you happy
Keep on clapping
Just remember I'll be by your side
And if you dont let go it's gonna pass you by
Who kicked a hole in the sky so the heavens would cry over me?
Who stole the soul from the sun in a world come undone at the seams?
Let there be love
.............................................................
The glove compartment isn't accurately named
And everybody knows it.
So i'm proposing a swift orderly change.
Cause behind its door there's nothing to keep my fingers warm
And all i find are souvenirs from better times
Before the gleam of your taillights fading east
To find yourself a better life.
I was searching for some legal document
As the rain beat down on the hood
When i stumbled upon pictures i tried to forget
And that's how this idea was drilled into my head
Cause it's too important
To stay the way it's been
There's no blame for how our love did slowly fade
And now that it's gone it's like it wasn't there at all
And here i rest where disappointment and regret collide
Lying awake at night
.............................................................
This ruined puzzle is beige with the pieces all face down
so the placing goes slowly.
The picture's of anything other than it's mean to be.
But the hours they creep,
the patterns repeat.
Don't be concerned, you know I'll be fine on my own.
I never said "don't go."
I've hidden a note,
it's pressed between pages that you've marked to find your way back.
It says, "Does he ever get the girl?"
But what if the pages stay pressed,
the chapters unfinished,
the storied too dull to unfold?
Does he ever get the girl?
This basement's a coffin.
I'm buried alive.
I'll die in here just to be safe.
I'll die in here just to be safe.
'Cause you're gone.
I get nothing
and you're off with barely a sigh.
I never said, "Goodbye."
but I've hidden a note,
it's pressed between pages that you've marked to find your way back.
It says, "Does he ever get the girl?"
but I've hidden a note,
it's pressed between pages that you'll read if you're so inclined.
It says, "Does he ever get the girl?"
But the hours they creep,
the patterns repeat.
Don't be concerned, you know I'll be fine on my own.
I never said "don't go."
Does he ever get the girl?
........................................................................
Anyway, and then I found this, which I must have written. I googled it and found no trace of it being in a song. Interesting.
So come what may, but what will it take?
So many ways, and so many means
but I am left with nothing.
G=4S Where G = Giddiness and S = Shitty writing
D=3E + 7P Where D = Depression, E = Eloquence and P = Patheticness of writing
Yeah, I know that didn't make much sense, but too freaking bad.
But going back and reading my entries brought back a lot of memories of things I'd forgotten. Back when I was best friends with Ena, and we'd hang out downtown every day during the summer, wasting money at Pinball Pete's. Then the summer... oh jeez I can't even remember what year it was. After my sophomre year, maybe... when I was out literally every night up to something. With Danny, or Josh, or Max, or Stefan... I miss those kids. Crazy nights on top of parking structures, smoking, Diag rats, The Neutral Zone, our Band [haha, I still really wish that could have taken off. Or that we wouldn't have fucked up that gig...] so many good times. I knew so many people then - I had the networking skills down. The summer of 05 was even better - spending every day with Bridget, driving all the fucking way to Canton to go to Guitar Center and play the drums. Driving in the Magical Italian Jungle and honking and the squirrels... and Professor Skippy-Spaz. And trying to track down Josh, sitting in that parking lot for HOURS, contemplating whether or not to go in, meanwhile doing donuts, screaming and honking - and that becoming a new pasttime... getting us into all sorts of new trouble.
I don't know. I guess what I should glean from this is that I should start documenting these types of things again. I can't imagine how many things I've done since college has started that I've forgotten about - things that should never fade from memory.
Another thing I noticed. Where the hell did I find all those amazing song lyrics? Fuckin' SERIOUSLY. I think I had a lot more time on my hands... less of it was being demanded by others. I could actually BE alone to think, be introspective, listen to music and figure things out. I had my shit together then. I don't want to trivialize that period of my life and say it was less complicated, but in some ways I feel like it was. I don't know.
And now for your enjoyment [whomever you may be] there will be a stream of song lyrics that I found particularly awesome.
Who kicked a hole in the sky so the heavens would cry over me?
Who stole the soul from the sun in a world come undone at the seams?
Let there be love
I hope the weather is calm as you sail up your heavenly stream
Suspended clear in the sky are the words that we sing in our dreams
Let there be love
Come on Baby Blue
Shake up your tired eyes
The world is waiting for you
May all your dreaming fill the empty sky
But if it makes you happy
Keep on clapping
Just remember I'll be by your side
And if you dont let go it's gonna pass you by
Who kicked a hole in the sky so the heavens would cry over me?
Who stole the soul from the sun in a world come undone at the seams?
Let there be love
.............................................................
The glove compartment isn't accurately named
And everybody knows it.
So i'm proposing a swift orderly change.
Cause behind its door there's nothing to keep my fingers warm
And all i find are souvenirs from better times
Before the gleam of your taillights fading east
To find yourself a better life.
I was searching for some legal document
As the rain beat down on the hood
When i stumbled upon pictures i tried to forget
And that's how this idea was drilled into my head
Cause it's too important
To stay the way it's been
There's no blame for how our love did slowly fade
And now that it's gone it's like it wasn't there at all
And here i rest where disappointment and regret collide
Lying awake at night
.............................................................
This ruined puzzle is beige with the pieces all face down
so the placing goes slowly.
The picture's of anything other than it's mean to be.
But the hours they creep,
the patterns repeat.
Don't be concerned, you know I'll be fine on my own.
I never said "don't go."
I've hidden a note,
it's pressed between pages that you've marked to find your way back.
It says, "Does he ever get the girl?"
But what if the pages stay pressed,
the chapters unfinished,
the storied too dull to unfold?
Does he ever get the girl?
This basement's a coffin.
I'm buried alive.
I'll die in here just to be safe.
I'll die in here just to be safe.
'Cause you're gone.
I get nothing
and you're off with barely a sigh.
I never said, "Goodbye."
but I've hidden a note,
it's pressed between pages that you've marked to find your way back.
It says, "Does he ever get the girl?"
but I've hidden a note,
it's pressed between pages that you'll read if you're so inclined.
It says, "Does he ever get the girl?"
But the hours they creep,
the patterns repeat.
Don't be concerned, you know I'll be fine on my own.
I never said "don't go."
Does he ever get the girl?
........................................................................
Anyway, and then I found this, which I must have written. I googled it and found no trace of it being in a song. Interesting.
So come what may, but what will it take?
So many ways, and so many means
but I am left with nothing.