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Incubus: Echo
There's something about the look in your eyes
Something I noticed when the light was just right
It reminded me twice that I was alive
And it reminded me that you're so worth the fight
My biggest fear will be the rescue of me
Strange how it turns out that way
Could you show me dear...something I've not seen?
Something infinitely interesting
There's something about the way you move
I see your mouth in slow motion when you sing
More subtle than something, someone contrives
Your movements echo that I have seen the real thing
Your biggest fear will be the rescue of you
Strange how it turns out that way
Could you show me dear...something I've not seen?
Something infinitely interesting
I was singing that song all day today. I've been singing that song for the last three days. Out loud. Sometimes people heard me. I love that song. I love that song. I love that song.
I don't care if people heard me. I feel lonely and it makes me feel a little bit more in company.
last night me and ryan (he's just fine by the way, all though his car is just.. gone.) were free styling at random times throughout the shift. It was awesome, and hilarious. I get all nervous before I'm going to say something, and I kind of cheat because I give myself the time to think up stuff. He would come up to me at random and be like "Uh.. Uh... Go Jeff. Spit something." while bouncing up and down to the beat he obviously had playing in his head. I said a couple of lines throughout the night, and right towards the end we started going back and forth. He went off the stuff I would say and just demolish my lines with his. Not that we were "battleing" per say, but rather he is just so talented and made me look like a 12 year old with a poetry assignment.
Last night, I told a girl that I work with,"you look cute today." Not only did it take me 20 minutes to work up the courage to say, but it made me feel oddly guilty and I don't know why. I mean, it's not like I ment it to mean anything other than what I said. It wasn't like.. "you look cute today (lets go on a date sometime.)" And even if it did, that wouldn't be wrong of me right? I don't know. I guess I'm basically still a nicely packaged, little bit of a mess.
I hate my new assistant manager. She is an uncompromising, continual, and purposely exacted, bitch. There has been a joke at work for a long time that I look like I could be some kind of a murder. Today the joke was further developed (because i voiced my... frustration to some sympathizing co workers)to say that, "You're going to cut her up and put her in your fridge arn't you?" Unpleasnt, but i if i were a crazy murderous type, and i chose a day to crack and kill some one, it would probably have been today and it would have definitely been her.
we were busy absolutely nonstop today. I'm sleepy, and I love my camo shorts.
that is all.
<3
*reminder to self*
jeff. Shut the fuck up.
*end reminder to self*
There's something about the look in your eyes
Something I noticed when the light was just right
It reminded me twice that I was alive
And it reminded me that you're so worth the fight
My biggest fear will be the rescue of me
Strange how it turns out that way
Could you show me dear...something I've not seen?
Something infinitely interesting
There's something about the way you move
I see your mouth in slow motion when you sing
More subtle than something, someone contrives
Your movements echo that I have seen the real thing
Your biggest fear will be the rescue of you
Strange how it turns out that way
Could you show me dear...something I've not seen?
Something infinitely interesting
I was singing that song all day today. I've been singing that song for the last three days. Out loud. Sometimes people heard me. I love that song. I love that song. I love that song.
I don't care if people heard me. I feel lonely and it makes me feel a little bit more in company.
last night me and ryan (he's just fine by the way, all though his car is just.. gone.) were free styling at random times throughout the shift. It was awesome, and hilarious. I get all nervous before I'm going to say something, and I kind of cheat because I give myself the time to think up stuff. He would come up to me at random and be like "Uh.. Uh... Go Jeff. Spit something." while bouncing up and down to the beat he obviously had playing in his head. I said a couple of lines throughout the night, and right towards the end we started going back and forth. He went off the stuff I would say and just demolish my lines with his. Not that we were "battleing" per say, but rather he is just so talented and made me look like a 12 year old with a poetry assignment.
Last night, I told a girl that I work with,"you look cute today." Not only did it take me 20 minutes to work up the courage to say, but it made me feel oddly guilty and I don't know why. I mean, it's not like I ment it to mean anything other than what I said. It wasn't like.. "you look cute today (lets go on a date sometime.)" And even if it did, that wouldn't be wrong of me right? I don't know. I guess I'm basically still a nicely packaged, little bit of a mess.
I hate my new assistant manager. She is an uncompromising, continual, and purposely exacted, bitch. There has been a joke at work for a long time that I look like I could be some kind of a murder. Today the joke was further developed (because i voiced my... frustration to some sympathizing co workers)to say that, "You're going to cut her up and put her in your fridge arn't you?" Unpleasnt, but i if i were a crazy murderous type, and i chose a day to crack and kill some one, it would probably have been today and it would have definitely been her.
we were busy absolutely nonstop today. I'm sleepy, and I love my camo shorts.
that is all.
<3
*reminder to self*
jeff. Shut the fuck up.
*end reminder to self*