Todays Lyrics:
Until The Day I Die - Story of the Year
maybe it didn't mean that much
but it meant everything to me
Hello from PU. Not much to do today. I bummed around most of the AM making small talk and playing stupid computer games. Took my shower around noon and bummed around some more watched Comedy Central with ym roomie... serious kicks. Worlds of LIt at 2:35 with Mr. Music... not his actual name (Musinsky). He reminds me of Jess's dad... i think it's the way he talks. Its got the same hard to catch quietness and the same assuredness and confidence and the same intelligence... it's eerie. Then I rushed out the door, just managing to catch the Ram Van. I was late anyway, but not as late as I would have been if I had had to walk. Science class is taught by Agent Smith... if Agent Smith wore professors clothes instead of a sharp italian suit. Even the voice and the way they talk are the same. It's almost like every word the man says is a threat... you would think it'd be hard to sleep through his class, but I seem to have a shockingly easy time of it. I woke my self up by rootching around alot and taking very deep breaths. Managed to stay awake when he informed us all rather casually that the Schuykill is full of shit... actaull shit. Then off to dinner at the Commom Thread... lovely place, if a bit chilly and it's alot cheaper then Ravenhill. Stood out in the freezingness to wait for the van... it was packed.
Isn’t something missing?
You won’t cry for my absence I know,
you forgot me long ago.
Am I that unimportant,
am I so in significant.
Isn’t something missing?
Isn’t someone missing me?
Now I would sacrifice,
you won’t try for me, not now,
though I’d die to know you love me,
I’m all alone.
Isn’t someone missing me?
And if I breathe,
I’ll breathe,
only you don’t care.
And if I sleep,
just to dream of you I’ll wake without you there.
That was Missing by Evanessence. Later tonight, you don't see me from Josie and the Pussycats... but for now there shall be interspersed randomness, becasue I am fond of it and it inreturn is fond of me.
"Anything with spinning mechanical parts is prone to failure" ~ Some kid on the bus
I'd like to correct that boy. Anything is prone to failure. The only way soemthing doesn't fail is if you work hard everyday to make it stay. Or else to let everything exist in equilibrium... a gentle balancing out... doesn't mean its the best way to function,but it requies no work. For even a rock breaks down over time... and the stars are burning out and life is ebbing away. Entropy I belive it's called. One of the less cheerful facts of life. You have to work everyday for life not to be a "failure" For success you need to try towards a goal without faltering everyday. And if you do falter you have to begin again. And it will be harder then it was the first time because things have fallen apart when you neglected them. But as long as you try it isn't failure... makes a sort of sense... like those cliched posters teachers hang on their walls... no one is a failure who keeps trying. Cliches make the world go round.
"The zipper is the window to the underwear" ~Jack (Will & Grace)
Ain't that a lovely sentiment. And true. I don't have much to say about it really but I thuroughly enjoyed the show last night.
"The Earth is an Easter Island on a larger scale... except we will have nowhere to go" ~Agent Smith from science class
No man is an island unto himself. Ask not for whom the bell tolls it tolls for thee... again it's a lvoely sentiment, but perhaps Agent Smith is right.
I downloaded my syllabus and there's a party in the main lounge tonight after which I shall occupy myself with some lovely homework and planning my bus trip for tomoro. Good Night Folks and to see me off stage tonight...
JOSIE AND THE PUSSYCATS... you don't see me
This is the place where I sit
This is the part where
I love you too much
Is this as hard as it gets?
'Cause I'm getting tired
Of pretending I'm tough
I'm here if you want me
I'm yours, you can hold me
I'm empty and taken and
Tumbling and breakin'
'Cause you don't see me
And you don't need me
And you don't love me
The way I wish you would
The way I know you could
I dream of worlds
Where you'd understand
And I dream a
Million sleepless nights
I dream of fire when
You're touching my hand
But it twists into smoke
When I turn on the light
I'm speechless and faded
It's too complicated
Is this how the book ends,
Nothing but good friends?
