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I'm feeling...odd. And before any of you smartasses reply with "isn't that you're usual mood?", I'm feeling stranger than usual so NEH!
I should be happy right now. I have alot to be happy about. I have only one paper to write and then I'm done with my summer semester. I have the keys to my new apartment, and some random small furnishings that my parents brought by today for it. I have new roommates who will not eat all of the food I bring and never replace what they took with something of their own.
But, I feel just...kinda empty. (I'm not trying to be all "woe is me" and shit, just sayin)
Maybe it's the news about Mikey. Maybe it's the fact that I can't seem to sit down for more than ten minutes and actually write my paper. Maybe it's cause I had to deal with my father today. Maybe it's that I'm beginning all of my sentences with the same two words, only changing them between paragraphs.
Blargh. I miss someone, and that is what it boils down to. It's the kind of missing that makes you want to go walk in the rain, or write really bad poetry, or ride a subway at night just to see the orange lights whiz by and see the commotion of an entire city while really, it can't touch you.
come on baby won't you walk with me
down lonely streets where i go
when it's late
and i can't sleep
you can go on and fix your hair
won't matter
won't no one be there
except you and me
and the demons we keep
i'll show you where they put the chalk on me
and i dont mind if you get tired
we can walk it slow
round the corner
and down the street
there's a place you find yourself
and you find
there's no where left to go
woman i don't know
where to go anymore
got this feeling
that i've been there before
it's alright baby
well the gypsy never dies
cause it's a short life
it's a short life...."
I should be happy right now. I have alot to be happy about. I have only one paper to write and then I'm done with my summer semester. I have the keys to my new apartment, and some random small furnishings that my parents brought by today for it. I have new roommates who will not eat all of the food I bring and never replace what they took with something of their own.
But, I feel just...kinda empty. (I'm not trying to be all "woe is me" and shit, just sayin)
Maybe it's the news about Mikey. Maybe it's the fact that I can't seem to sit down for more than ten minutes and actually write my paper. Maybe it's cause I had to deal with my father today. Maybe it's that I'm beginning all of my sentences with the same two words, only changing them between paragraphs.
Blargh. I miss someone, and that is what it boils down to. It's the kind of missing that makes you want to go walk in the rain, or write really bad poetry, or ride a subway at night just to see the orange lights whiz by and see the commotion of an entire city while really, it can't touch you.
come on baby won't you walk with me
down lonely streets where i go
when it's late
and i can't sleep
you can go on and fix your hair
won't matter
won't no one be there
except you and me
and the demons we keep
i'll show you where they put the chalk on me
and i dont mind if you get tired
we can walk it slow
round the corner
and down the street
there's a place you find yourself
and you find
there's no where left to go
woman i don't know
where to go anymore
got this feeling
that i've been there before
it's alright baby
well the gypsy never dies
cause it's a short life
it's a short life...."