| It's spending four hours mending old clothes and modifying the free ones I dug out of a pile left on the third floor. It's playing soccer for the first time this term with Javi out on the grass in front of the student center. It's going to Cape Cod with three of my friends, doing nothing but hanging out on the beach and getting drunk to a House marathon. It's going to Pourhouse because on Wednesdays the burgers are $2.50. It's trying to sneak into TMNT and ending up in The Last Mimzy...and actually liking it.
And I still have a lab report and a pset I'm too unmotivated to start. But when I can afford to sleep until 4 in the afternoon, I really can't get that pissed off at life, can I?
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| fake your way to the top -
twentysomething,
living it up like some bright-eyed hussy.
love the sound, make your living off of that sound;
sometimes you work hard, sometimes you're lonely,
but come the end of the night,
you have a song that lights up the room
and puts soul in your heart.
scream and shout -
shout it out to the dark dark sky -
its your anthem for coming clean.
have you made up your mind?
make room for compromise,
make room for grace notes;
then hold that music the way you hold a lover
on a cold winter's night,
hidden under the stars in a secret liason.
and i'm really sorry -
i've been careless with something so great;
so i'll write you this song,
before it all falls apart,
even though i know you said you needed space;
but this is straight from my heart
and this is my way -
to sing it
and to shout it,
straight from my heart,
straight from my soul;
and maybe i should mention -
i'm just a little hung over,
and i've gotta pick myself up
from my blood red summer.
it's caused me sorrow,
it's caused me scarring,
but that soul is like lover's silk -
egyptian cotton sliding over naked skin -
a river of something soft,
even though,
maybe i'm not supposed to love you anymore;
but jazz up the night -
something hot inside comes out on the wings of rhapsody;
and i got this feeling,
the time is right to tear up the night,
paint the town red
with my burning, yearning;
and this night ain't gonna pass me by -
no, this night ain't gonna pass me by.
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| empty sky
long meadows
my room is waiting, looking like it did two years ago.
no change, really - different sheets - my mom still changes them.
my shelves of pictures, action figures, childhood treasures;
just a reminder of another phase of life.
its cold
but not as cold as it was in boston.
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| i just had the strongest daydream i've ever had...weirdly intense.
i spent nearly an hour just driving on an empty highway somewhere in mississippi with kellee today. it was strangely relaxing. i wasted a lot of gas, but it was worth it.
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| Eve. child to teenager to adult to ageless. how do i do that?
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