Sep 04, 2007 10:25
one would think my being in an all-womens' college would improve my chances of getting some ass.
this is a blatant misconception, do not be fooled!
so i like a lady. wow, new, right? but i would ACTUALLY have a chance, if she wasn't my RA. ... and didn't have a boyfriend in fucking Illinois. it would probably be a little more tolerable if my roomie didn't have a boyfriend who visits a lot(who is nice and all, i like his presence just fine) who she's cute with. or if my RA didn't actually really like me, too. or.. well, let's not go there. this fucking blows worse than high school. haha. except most people have the class to not pointedly make out in front of me. which is nice, too. ah, well. i think i'm going to the gay club this thursday. i know, me at a club. especially me at a gay club.
I WANT TO POST LYRICS BECAUSE I AM EMO AND SHIT. :( :( :(
"miss delaney" by jack's mannequin
finally, i'm letting go of all my downer thoughts.
in no time, there'll be one less sad robot,
looking for a chance to be something more than just metal.
now i'm going part-time with a film projectionist
and she's the vinyl queen from my surfer dream,
she likes the beach boys more than radio metal.
and she's so good, but she's no good for me.
oh, miss delaney,
what's the matter?
you waited by the window,
i waited by the door.
oh, miss delaney,
where's your boyfriend?
he isn't up in heaven
so why treat him like he's dead?
like he's dead.
it's not that every day,
every day is coming up with the green grass.
but the times pass when i
think of you, whenever i'm at dinner.
finally, i've found someone to duel this lonely scene.
i don't spend my nights searching for earthquakes,
though, it's biblical how fucked my sleep can be.
but she won't sleep with me.
oh, miss delaney,
what's the matter?
you waited by the window,
i waited by the door.
oh, miss delaney,
where's your boyfriend?
he isn't up in heaven
so why treat him like he's dead?
like he's dead.
from here you can't find everything,
arin, i would never lie to you...
well, miss delaney,
what'cha sad for?
you waited by the window,
i was kicking down your door.
oh, miss delaney,
where's your boyfriend?
where's your boyfriend?
he isn't up in heaven
so why treat him like he's dead?
oh, miss delaney...