i have songs in my head, and they wont turn off...
i just "finished" my spanish homework. by "finish" i mean did more than half so i can at least say i gave it a halfway valid effort. speaking of homework..the new semester. its gonna be interesting. at least two of my classes are very interesting. IAH and TE250 are thought provoking which is good. ill have to write a lot of papers for them..but theyre the hypothetical kind that i somewhat enjoy writing. mondays really suck, but when dont they?
i feel as though i neglected some of my friends over break. i didnt get a chance to see some of them as much as i wanted to. therefore, i extend to all of you an invitation this saturday to apt. 29 for a beginning of the semester jam. it'll be fun.
i thought i felt like writing more, but matt just went to bed, and i feel like my typing is very loud. so good night all...this may be continued later.
I was waiting for a cross-town train in the London underground when it struck me
That I've been waiting since birth to find a love that would look and sound like a movie
So I changed my plans and rented a camera and a van and then I called you
"I need you to pretend that we are in love again" and you agreed to
I want so badly to believe that "there is truth, that love is real"
And I want life in every word to the extent that it's absurd
I greased the lens and framed the shot using a friend as my stand-in
The script it called for rain but it was clear that day so we faked it
The marker snapped and I yelled "quiet on the set" and then called "action!"
And I kissed you in a style that Clark Gable would have admired (I thought it classic)
I want so badly to believe that "there is truth, that love is real"
And I want life in every word to the extent that it's absurd
I know you're wise beyond your years, but do you ever get the fear
That your perfect verse is just a lie you tell yourself to help you get by?
i feel as though i neglected some of my friends over break. i didnt get a chance to see some of them as much as i wanted to. therefore, i extend to all of you an invitation this saturday to apt. 29 for a beginning of the semester jam. it'll be fun.
i thought i felt like writing more, but matt just went to bed, and i feel like my typing is very loud. so good night all...this may be continued later.
I was waiting for a cross-town train in the London underground when it struck me
That I've been waiting since birth to find a love that would look and sound like a movie
So I changed my plans and rented a camera and a van and then I called you
"I need you to pretend that we are in love again" and you agreed to
I want so badly to believe that "there is truth, that love is real"
And I want life in every word to the extent that it's absurd
I greased the lens and framed the shot using a friend as my stand-in
The script it called for rain but it was clear that day so we faked it
The marker snapped and I yelled "quiet on the set" and then called "action!"
And I kissed you in a style that Clark Gable would have admired (I thought it classic)
I want so badly to believe that "there is truth, that love is real"
And I want life in every word to the extent that it's absurd
I know you're wise beyond your years, but do you ever get the fear
That your perfect verse is just a lie you tell yourself to help you get by?