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hm. end of 2007. excellent.
overall, it hasn't been too bad of a year. it's been an academically shitty year for me, combined with first semester and the last leg of senior year. i've already promised myself to do better, but i know i will. mm, psychology and gender studies.
socially, this year was amazing. i've made so many friends/acquaintances at college and i'm really looking forward to the next year, two, three, or four years to share with many of them. i miss some people from high school, but college more than makes up for it. i feel like i can be more myself there than i can be at home.
romantically, this year started off pretty poorly and ended on a relatively high note. i really like her. a lot. but i'm scared that she's too concerned with images to want to be with me. after all, you don't tell the girl you like you miss her more than your pet at school. that means you like them quite a lot, doesn't it? enough to date them, i'm hoping. i made her christmas present, it came out pretty cute. gosh, even now i'm smiling thinking about her. i really need to stop this liking people who are potentially going to be quite a blow to my morale. ah, well, i'm not afraid of falling and ripping my knees open. i'm just afraid of the pain.
i'm looking forward to you, 2008, don't let me down.
oh, lyrics! they're related to new year's eve, so i thought i'd post. nothing really related to my situation presently, but i'm sure someone else can appreciate it on that level.
Glendora by Rilo Kiley
It's New Year's Eve, I'm in Glendora.
I'm the only living person in Glendora,
Heading east on the freeway.
I left my prom dress on the bus-stop in Duarte.
I switch the rules, you take advantage,
You know I always like to play the victim.
And would you fuck me? Because I'd fuck me.
Am I your wetnap?
Freestyle walking.
I cry, cry, cry, then I complain,
Come back for more, do it again.
I cry, cry, cry, then I complain,
Come back for more, do it again.
I'm on my way, I want to see you.
You're in your bedroom with some dancers underneath you,
I come inside, I hear the door slam
You tell me if I really loved you I'd get with them.
They make me sick, you make me sicker
But I want to please you so I go and I get with her.
I close my eyes, I think about me.
I'm just your wetnap,
Freestyle walking.
I cry, cry, cry, then I complain,
Come back for more, do it again.
I cry, cry, cry, then I complain,
Come back for more, do it again.
I should find someone better for me,
But Mom says we're born this way.
Every time I come over to your house
You just shit on my face.
And you know it, you know it
You know, you know it really freaks me out.
I drove for hours on bad directions,
I arrive, there's something you forgot to mention:
An afterthought, straight to the tabby
"Sorry Angel, went to Reno," happy, happy.
It ain't the rest, why do you Jenny?
I'm in a booth, it's almost twelve, your favorite Denny's.
Another year, I need a sundae.
I'm just your sidebet,
Freestyle walking.
I cry, cry, cry, then I complain,
Come back for more, do it again.
I cry, cry, cry, then I complain,
Come back for more, do it again.
I cry, cry, cry, then I complain,
Come back for more, do it again.
overall, it hasn't been too bad of a year. it's been an academically shitty year for me, combined with first semester and the last leg of senior year. i've already promised myself to do better, but i know i will. mm, psychology and gender studies.
socially, this year was amazing. i've made so many friends/acquaintances at college and i'm really looking forward to the next year, two, three, or four years to share with many of them. i miss some people from high school, but college more than makes up for it. i feel like i can be more myself there than i can be at home.
romantically, this year started off pretty poorly and ended on a relatively high note. i really like her. a lot. but i'm scared that she's too concerned with images to want to be with me. after all, you don't tell the girl you like you miss her more than your pet at school. that means you like them quite a lot, doesn't it? enough to date them, i'm hoping. i made her christmas present, it came out pretty cute. gosh, even now i'm smiling thinking about her. i really need to stop this liking people who are potentially going to be quite a blow to my morale. ah, well, i'm not afraid of falling and ripping my knees open. i'm just afraid of the pain.
i'm looking forward to you, 2008, don't let me down.
oh, lyrics! they're related to new year's eve, so i thought i'd post. nothing really related to my situation presently, but i'm sure someone else can appreciate it on that level.
Glendora by Rilo Kiley
It's New Year's Eve, I'm in Glendora.
I'm the only living person in Glendora,
Heading east on the freeway.
I left my prom dress on the bus-stop in Duarte.
I switch the rules, you take advantage,
You know I always like to play the victim.
And would you fuck me? Because I'd fuck me.
Am I your wetnap?
Freestyle walking.
I cry, cry, cry, then I complain,
Come back for more, do it again.
I cry, cry, cry, then I complain,
Come back for more, do it again.
I'm on my way, I want to see you.
You're in your bedroom with some dancers underneath you,
I come inside, I hear the door slam
You tell me if I really loved you I'd get with them.
They make me sick, you make me sicker
But I want to please you so I go and I get with her.
I close my eyes, I think about me.
I'm just your wetnap,
Freestyle walking.
I cry, cry, cry, then I complain,
Come back for more, do it again.
I cry, cry, cry, then I complain,
Come back for more, do it again.
I should find someone better for me,
But Mom says we're born this way.
Every time I come over to your house
You just shit on my face.
And you know it, you know it
You know, you know it really freaks me out.
I drove for hours on bad directions,
I arrive, there's something you forgot to mention:
An afterthought, straight to the tabby
"Sorry Angel, went to Reno," happy, happy.
It ain't the rest, why do you Jenny?
I'm in a booth, it's almost twelve, your favorite Denny's.
Another year, I need a sundae.
I'm just your sidebet,
Freestyle walking.
I cry, cry, cry, then I complain,
Come back for more, do it again.
I cry, cry, cry, then I complain,
Come back for more, do it again.
I cry, cry, cry, then I complain,
Come back for more, do it again.