April II
Oh I’m not going to lie. I really want to be a lyricist. But that seems impossible. I do not know how to write music or play an instrument. I simply know how to casually string a few phrases together and occasionally attach a rhyme.
I suppose this is where I ask for a partner in this crime of music. Someone that can actually piece together a tune for my pitiful poetry I pretentiously call lyrics.
But.. They aren’t so bad, eh?
I’m sitting around with about 9 hours of sleep in the last 48 hours of my life.
I have a class with a quiz in less than an hour. I half way read what I needed to.
Not that I need any of the classes I have taken in the past year. I already dropped 3 this semester. Which is half of the amount allowed to drop in TX (for undergrads).
Not that it matters. I’m going into beauty school.
To specialize in make up.
My dream is to receive the Oscar for Achievement in Make Up.
Are you laughing yet?
Apparently there is this huge fanbase out for the book Twilight. I had no idea.
This may be a bandwagon I’ll have to run and catch to jump on.
uughhh.. There is not enough Redbull in this county to revive my weak and frail system.
April
I’ve stayed up all night watching The O.C. I’m just a teensy bit a lot of addicted.
I’m also going to be hyped up on Redbull until this afternoon when I crash.
Good thing I decide to donate plasma Friday and not today.
Goodness the things I’ll do for some spare cash.
ohherecomesomemorelamelyrics
We call this limbo of ours comfortable
But sometimes I wonder if you’re thinking what I’m thinking
We designate these grounds as common
But sometimes I wonder if what you feel for me is sinking
There’s every reason why we can’t own up to it
There’s every reason why we should hide this
But wouldn’t it be nice, oh wouldn’t it be nice
To kiss and finally tell
Oh drummer you are strange indeed
Keeping these things locked with greed
Look me in the eye, say it quietly
Look me in the eye, let finally be
We sit back and do nothing about this
Textually active is the term I think they would say
We sit back and casually smile back
Do normal people really carry on this way
There’s every reason why we can’t own up to it
There’s every reason why we should hide this
But wouldn’t it be nice, oh wouldn’t it be nice
To kiss and tell
Oh drummer you are strange indeed
Keeping these things locked in greed
Look me in the eye, say it quietly
Look me in the eye, and finally let it be
Oh yes, I know there’s every reason why we can’t own up to what we are
And I know there’s every reason why we have to hide our hearts
But wouldn’t it be so nice
Wouldn’t it be the sugar to your spice
Wouldn’t it be so nice
To finally kiss and tell
To finally kiss and tell
To finally kiss and tell
I thought about using this just to write lyrics/poems. Things that I am semi-proud of. But then I was thinking even more, and I realized anyone can steal that shit.
So what is this? Just another blog I use online to divulge the crappy or happy moments of my life?
Or can I finally connect with the wisdom hopefully found somewhere in me?
Fuck.
Have you ever tried to fix something that you knew was irreversible? I mean, something that even Cronos himself would have trouble taking care of?
It’s a bitch, ain’t it?
And you keep trying. You know it’s pointless. You know your efforts are being wasted, and your spending energy basically trying to create a whole new universe.
But you can’t stop. You just bank that maybe this one time, a wish will come true. The time and space continuum will bend to you will and things will suddenly clear up!
Alas, that is not how life works.
And we are back to Fuck.
College is pointless if you know what you want to do with your life.
If you are nearly 100% certain what the hell you’re going to do with the rest of your remaining years on this planet, they should reward you with grad school. None of this 4 year bullshit taking classes you know you’ll never use. Wasting money you know you really need.
No wonder our economy is so bad. Everyone is still paying off their college loans.
I am a religious believer that music can fix or enhance any mood. If you’re mad, and want to be happy, pop in some Mika. If you’re mad and want to be aggressive, pop in some Black Sabbath.
I know that one day I will marry a comedian. Maybe not professional, but someone that embodies the witty, sarcastic, hilarity that I crave in life.
I think this is why I watch so much stand up. As if I am looking for what qualities I should pay attention for later on in life.
The only problem with that, is that I end up falling in love with the funniest men for a brief period of time as they rattle off joke after joke.
With that conclusion, I foresee a Vegas marriage.
And then an annulment.
Oh Fuck.
