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Hm, I'm bored and really into Sloan. =P My mom went to Regal today to do some shopping at their going-bankrupt sale, leaving me in the car. I ended up listening to nearly all of Sloan's A Sides Win CD (it's a singles compilation). So yeah. I really like Sloan. =P And I think I look like Jay Ferguson, the lead singer and guitarist. Here are some pics of him that really look like me (in my opinion at least):
And I shall leave you with the lyrics to one of my favourite Sloan songs, Underwhelmed:
She was underwhelmed if that's a word. I know it's not 'cause I looked it up. That's one of those skills that I learned in my school. I was overwhelmed and I'm sure of that one 'cause I learned it back in grade school when I was young. She said, "You is funny". I said, "You are funny". She said, "Thank you" and I said, "Never mind" and she rolled her eyes - her beautiful eyes. The point is not the grammar it's the feeling that is certainly in my heart but not in hers.
We were talkin' about people that eat meat. I felt like an ass 'cause I was one. She said, "It's okay," but I felt like I just ate my young. She is obviously a person with a cause. I told her that I don't smoke or drink. She told me to loosen up on the way to the L.C. She skips her classes and gets good grade. I go to my courses rain or shine. She's passin' her classes while I attend mine.
She wrote a story about her life. I think it included something about me. I'm not sure of that but I'm sure of one thing: her spelling's atrocious. She told me to read between the lines and tell her exactly what I got out of it. I told her affection had two F's (especially when you're dealing with me). I usually notice all the little things. One time I was proud of it - she says it's annoying. She cursed me up and down and rolled her R's - her beautiful R's. She says I'm caught up in triviality. All I really wanna know is what she thinks of me. I think my love for her makes me miss the point.
I miss the point.
Hey mister...
And I shall leave you with the lyrics to one of my favourite Sloan songs, Underwhelmed:
She was underwhelmed if that's a word. I know it's not 'cause I looked it up. That's one of those skills that I learned in my school. I was overwhelmed and I'm sure of that one 'cause I learned it back in grade school when I was young. She said, "You is funny". I said, "You are funny". She said, "Thank you" and I said, "Never mind" and she rolled her eyes - her beautiful eyes. The point is not the grammar it's the feeling that is certainly in my heart but not in hers.
We were talkin' about people that eat meat. I felt like an ass 'cause I was one. She said, "It's okay," but I felt like I just ate my young. She is obviously a person with a cause. I told her that I don't smoke or drink. She told me to loosen up on the way to the L.C. She skips her classes and gets good grade. I go to my courses rain or shine. She's passin' her classes while I attend mine.
She wrote a story about her life. I think it included something about me. I'm not sure of that but I'm sure of one thing: her spelling's atrocious. She told me to read between the lines and tell her exactly what I got out of it. I told her affection had two F's (especially when you're dealing with me). I usually notice all the little things. One time I was proud of it - she says it's annoying. She cursed me up and down and rolled her R's - her beautiful R's. She says I'm caught up in triviality. All I really wanna know is what she thinks of me. I think my love for her makes me miss the point.
I miss the point.
Hey mister...