in which i learn not to sing along
walking along one of those roads in subiaco today after work. i forget the name of it, but it has an office building that has waterfalls on the window on it. as in, water runs down the inside of the glass. i spent the first few days of walking past it wanting to touch the glass, and get my fingers wet, despite knowing the water was far away from me. as i had been at uni prior to work, and because it is my usual way to pass the hour or so of public transport each day, i had with me my discman. contained inside it was a pulp album. different class for those intrigued.
now, this is a bitchin' album. singalongx4. i was fairely getting into it, and, because i'm shy, i looked around me for people around. it was all deserted. i was walking quite fast, so anyone who was walking along behind me wouldn't be able to catch up. there was no one in front. so i started crooning along quite audibly. then, as is my way, i slipped out of song for a little while. then it all happened. i was approaching the corner. the lights had just changed, letting me get through without breaking step. how else to celebrate but to dance a little, and join in when the lyrics next did. i belted out, quite loudly "you were the first girl at school to get breasts" (need i tell you which song it is from) just as some 15ish looking girl burst out from behind me and to the right, complete with breasts and scandalised looks. being the quick thinker i am, i managed to look at her lazily and sing again at her "and martin said that you were the best." the scandalised look was replaced by a questioning one, then a nervous giggle. she smiled and continued running on her way, in the attempt of not missing a bus. all in all, the experience wasn't as bad as it could have been. now some 15 year old who attends perth modern thinks i'm a freak, but not a pervert.
other than that giggly experience i've felt generally unhappy with the way life is going these past few weeks. busy busy busy. causing heaps of glumness, being part of heaps of glumness, things happening accidentally and causing more badness. i don't like it and i can't see any respite for a good month. i'm sick and tired of always being sick and tired. i'm going to go to amplifier. someone escort me.
(was this good rizz?)
now, this is a bitchin' album. singalongx4. i was fairely getting into it, and, because i'm shy, i looked around me for people around. it was all deserted. i was walking quite fast, so anyone who was walking along behind me wouldn't be able to catch up. there was no one in front. so i started crooning along quite audibly. then, as is my way, i slipped out of song for a little while. then it all happened. i was approaching the corner. the lights had just changed, letting me get through without breaking step. how else to celebrate but to dance a little, and join in when the lyrics next did. i belted out, quite loudly "you were the first girl at school to get breasts" (need i tell you which song it is from) just as some 15ish looking girl burst out from behind me and to the right, complete with breasts and scandalised looks. being the quick thinker i am, i managed to look at her lazily and sing again at her "and martin said that you were the best." the scandalised look was replaced by a questioning one, then a nervous giggle. she smiled and continued running on her way, in the attempt of not missing a bus. all in all, the experience wasn't as bad as it could have been. now some 15 year old who attends perth modern thinks i'm a freak, but not a pervert.
other than that giggly experience i've felt generally unhappy with the way life is going these past few weeks. busy busy busy. causing heaps of glumness, being part of heaps of glumness, things happening accidentally and causing more badness. i don't like it and i can't see any respite for a good month. i'm sick and tired of always being sick and tired. i'm going to go to amplifier. someone escort me.
(was this good rizz?)