wee, sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie,
o, what a panic's in thy breastie!
thou need na start awa sae hasty
wi bickering brattle!
i wad be lauth to rin an' chase thee,
wi' murdering pattle.
i'm truly sorry man's dominion
has broken nature's social union,
an' justifies that ill opinion
which makes thee startle
at me, thy poor, earth born companion
an' fellow mortal!
i doubt na, whyles, but thou may thieve;
what then? poor beastie, thou maun live!
a daimen icker in a thrave
's a sma' request;
i'll get a blessin wi' the lave,
an' never miss't
thy wee-bit housie, too, in ruin!
it's silly wa's the win's are strewin!
an' naething, now, to big a new ane,
o' foggage green!
an' bleak december's win's ensuin,
baith snell an' keen!
thou saw the fields laid bare an' waste,
an' weary winter comin fast,
an' cozie here, beneath the blast,
thou thought to dwell,
till crash! the cruel coulter past
out throu' thy cell.
that wee bit heap o' leaves an' stibble,
has cost thee monie a weary nibble!
now thou's turned out, for a' thy trouble,
but house or hald,
to thole the winter's sleety dribble,
an cranreuch cauld.
but mousie, thou are no thy lane,
in proving foresight may be vain:
the best-laid schemes o' mice an' men
gang aft agley
an' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain,
for promis'd joy!
still thou are blest, compared wi' me!
the present only toucheth thee:
but och! i backwards cast m e'e,
on prospects drear!
an' forward, tho' i canna see,
i guess an' fear!
9/30/10
9/23/10
dayuhan
oh, satellite comes and goes
we give each other all we know
in silence we still talk
by the light of the stereo waltz
and will you rain down,
in your cinematic love truck?
i wanna hold you
like nothing's gonna stop us
flicker on a tv screen
everything's more than it seems
mighty backward fall
stare at the light on the wall
and i swear to this:
she felt like velvet
second blonde child
felt like velvet
velvet
and she comes to take me away
it's all that i needed
i don't need another lover, lover
i'm an alien,
you're an alien
it's a beautiful rain
oh, she come around again
we give each other all we know
in silence we still talk
by the light of the stereo waltz
and will you rain down,
in your cinematic love truck?
i wanna hold you
like nothing's gonna stop us
flicker on a tv screen
everything's more than it seems
mighty backward fall
stare at the light on the wall
and i swear to this:
she felt like velvet
second blonde child
felt like velvet
velvet
and she comes to take me away
it's all that i needed
i don't need another lover, lover
i'm an alien,
you're an alien
it's a beautiful rain
oh, she come around again
9/17/10
elinikäinen
you may find yourself living in a shotgun shack
you may find yourself in another part of the world
you may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile
you may find yourself in a beautiful house with a beautiful wife
you may ask yourself, 'well, how did i get here?'
you may ask yourself, 'how do i work this?'
you may ask yourself, 'where is that large automobile?
you may tell yourself, 'this is not my beautiful house'
you may tell yourself, 'this is not my beautiful wife'
water dissolving and water removing
there is water at the bottom of the ocean
remove the water, carry the water
remove the water from the bottom of the ocean
you may ask yourself, 'what is that beautiful house?'
you may ask yourself, 'where does that highway lead to?'
you may ask yourself, 'where does that highway lead to?
you may ask yourself, 'my god, what have i done?'
letting the days go by, let the water hold me down
letting the days go by, water flowing underground
into the blue again, after the money's gone
once in a lifetime, water flowing underground
into the blue again, into silent water
under the rocks and stones, there is water underground
letting the days go by, into silent water
once in a lifetime, water flowing underground
same as it ever was
time isn't holding us, time isn't after us
time isn't holding us, time doesn't hold you back
time isn't holding us, time isn't after us
time isn't holding us...
letting the days go by
you may find yourself in another part of the world
you may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile
you may find yourself in a beautiful house with a beautiful wife
you may ask yourself, 'well, how did i get here?'
you may ask yourself, 'how do i work this?'
you may ask yourself, 'where is that large automobile?
you may tell yourself, 'this is not my beautiful house'
you may tell yourself, 'this is not my beautiful wife'
water dissolving and water removing
there is water at the bottom of the ocean
remove the water, carry the water
remove the water from the bottom of the ocean
you may ask yourself, 'what is that beautiful house?'
you may ask yourself, 'where does that highway lead to?'
you may ask yourself, 'where does that highway lead to?
you may ask yourself, 'my god, what have i done?'
letting the days go by, let the water hold me down
letting the days go by, water flowing underground
into the blue again, after the money's gone
once in a lifetime, water flowing underground
into the blue again, into silent water
under the rocks and stones, there is water underground
letting the days go by, into silent water
once in a lifetime, water flowing underground
same as it ever was
time isn't holding us, time isn't after us
time isn't holding us, time doesn't hold you back
time isn't holding us, time isn't after us
time isn't holding us...
letting the days go by
9/14/10
viscount
WHY I HATE RAINSTORMS
a rant and rage in four acts
movement 1 — people
people are invariably the most irritating part about rainstorms
they always act like it's the end of their existence
because getting wet is SUCH the tragedy
god forbid your hair get frizzy,
or your dress shirt get wrinkled
also, they automatically start bitching about the weather,
and it's always really loud and whiny
like i give a shit about how much you don't like precipitation
if you were smart and paid attention to the forecasts
OR LOOKED OUT YOUR FUCKING WINDOWS
you'd know that clouds are a–comin' and a storm's a–brewin'
and, generally while being whining like pissy kindergartner,
they start run–walking [or actually running] out of the rain
that's actually funny to me, not annoying
watching white people run is always funny
especially when they're ill–suited to do so
portly men in badly–proportioned suits are normally funny
but in a dead sprint, they're fucking comedy gold
but that's only if they don't have their protection with them
which leads to...
entr'acte — umbrellas
there is no crueler invention for city life than umbrellas
granted, they are a moderately–convenient invention
especially when keeping your upper half pristine is important
but they are more than just an irritation for the rest of us
they can be downright life–threatening
consider the following example:
it's starting to drizzle a little bit, not really that hard
a small woman walking towards you pulls out a massive umbrella,
an umbrella that could fit four people under it,
and opens it, holding it about a foot over her head
she's not watching where she's going
[or she's in too much of a rush to care]
it's a small sidewalk, and somewhat crowded
and as this woman passes,
you get hit square in the face [sometimes the eye] with her umbrella
ever happen to you?
cuz it happens to me all the fucking time
and i'm goddamn sick of it
movement 2 — resulting humidity
there's nothing like a rainstorm to help change up the weather
it's like nature's 'reset' button
in the summertime, they're a godsend
they take all the heat and stickiness out of the air
and for a glorious while, you get a respite from the oppressive temps
but then, about fifteen minutes after it's done,
you start to breathe in, and you can taste the moisture
then it gets worse
then it starts getting really bad,
to the point where you feel like you're in the everglades
the humidity comes back with a fucking vengeance
as if in defiance of the rain that just left
saying 'you can't make me leave,
and for trying, you get extra punishment
AHAHAHAHA'
what the hell is that?
if the rain was truly beneficial and kind to us
it'd kick humidity in the balls and make it evaporate
but no
rain is the picador to the humidity's bull
all it's doing is giving it more resolve to make us miserable
rondo — duration
rain is a fickle* beast, and it does whatever it damn well pleases
and normally want it wants is not what you want
especially in terms of how long it'll rain
when you want it to, it's never long enough
but when you do,
that's shit over quicker than an honest politician's career
it always goes on forever when you need it to stop
when you've got an armful of books or important documents
or maybe you're carrying something electronic
it rains like it'll never get the chance to again
but when you're bored and have the free time,
maybe decide to go out, get soaked, and splash in the puddles,
then the rain quits after about five minutes
and that MOTHERFISTFUCKING HUMIDITY comes back
it feel like you took a swan dive into a turkish bath
and just feel all sticky and slightly damp
why can't that ever be reversed?
why can't rain let us appreciate it when we want to?
and piss off when it's really, REALLY problematic?
is that so goddamn hard?
i love rain, i really do
thunderstorms are my favorite natural phenomenon
and rain in general is something that'll brighten my day
but goddamned if it doesn't piss me off in the process
it's like a really cool person you've known for a long time
and you love hanging out with them, especially just the two of you
but they always have to bring their fucking friends
and they're ALWAYS complete pricks,
and it just ruins it for you
i guess i'll have to get used to it,
cuz that's not gonna change anytime soon
*when i was writing the last part,
i initially wrote 'fuckle' instead of fickle,
and i immediately started to wonder how that would work
i imagined some unholy combo of suckling and fucking
and then imagined is as the logical follow up to cuddling
i bet some cutesy motherfucker is gonna start using that
'hey baby, i just wanna cuddle with you,
and then maybe, if things start to get hot,
we can fuckle a little bit, then maybe cuddle again'
don't think it won't happen
a rant and rage in four acts
movement 1 — people
people are invariably the most irritating part about rainstorms
they always act like it's the end of their existence
because getting wet is SUCH the tragedy
god forbid your hair get frizzy,
or your dress shirt get wrinkled
also, they automatically start bitching about the weather,
and it's always really loud and whiny
like i give a shit about how much you don't like precipitation
if you were smart and paid attention to the forecasts
OR LOOKED OUT YOUR FUCKING WINDOWS
you'd know that clouds are a–comin' and a storm's a–brewin'
and, generally while being whining like pissy kindergartner,
they start run–walking [or actually running] out of the rain
that's actually funny to me, not annoying
watching white people run is always funny
especially when they're ill–suited to do so
portly men in badly–proportioned suits are normally funny
but in a dead sprint, they're fucking comedy gold
but that's only if they don't have their protection with them
which leads to...
entr'acte — umbrellas
there is no crueler invention for city life than umbrellas
granted, they are a moderately–convenient invention
especially when keeping your upper half pristine is important
but they are more than just an irritation for the rest of us
they can be downright life–threatening
consider the following example:
it's starting to drizzle a little bit, not really that hard
a small woman walking towards you pulls out a massive umbrella,
an umbrella that could fit four people under it,
and opens it, holding it about a foot over her head
she's not watching where she's going
[or she's in too much of a rush to care]
it's a small sidewalk, and somewhat crowded
and as this woman passes,
you get hit square in the face [sometimes the eye] with her umbrella
ever happen to you?
cuz it happens to me all the fucking time
and i'm goddamn sick of it
movement 2 — resulting humidity
there's nothing like a rainstorm to help change up the weather
it's like nature's 'reset' button
in the summertime, they're a godsend
they take all the heat and stickiness out of the air
and for a glorious while, you get a respite from the oppressive temps
but then, about fifteen minutes after it's done,
you start to breathe in, and you can taste the moisture
then it gets worse
then it starts getting really bad,
to the point where you feel like you're in the everglades
the humidity comes back with a fucking vengeance
as if in defiance of the rain that just left
saying 'you can't make me leave,
and for trying, you get extra punishment
AHAHAHAHA'
what the hell is that?
if the rain was truly beneficial and kind to us
it'd kick humidity in the balls and make it evaporate
but no
rain is the picador to the humidity's bull
all it's doing is giving it more resolve to make us miserable
rondo — duration
rain is a fickle* beast, and it does whatever it damn well pleases
and normally want it wants is not what you want
especially in terms of how long it'll rain
when you want it to, it's never long enough
but when you do,
that's shit over quicker than an honest politician's career
it always goes on forever when you need it to stop
when you've got an armful of books or important documents
or maybe you're carrying something electronic
it rains like it'll never get the chance to again
but when you're bored and have the free time,
maybe decide to go out, get soaked, and splash in the puddles,
then the rain quits after about five minutes
and that MOTHERFISTFUCKING HUMIDITY comes back
it feel like you took a swan dive into a turkish bath
and just feel all sticky and slightly damp
why can't that ever be reversed?
why can't rain let us appreciate it when we want to?
and piss off when it's really, REALLY problematic?
is that so goddamn hard?
i love rain, i really do
thunderstorms are my favorite natural phenomenon
and rain in general is something that'll brighten my day
but goddamned if it doesn't piss me off in the process
it's like a really cool person you've known for a long time
and you love hanging out with them, especially just the two of you
but they always have to bring their fucking friends
and they're ALWAYS complete pricks,
and it just ruins it for you
i guess i'll have to get used to it,
cuz that's not gonna change anytime soon
*when i was writing the last part,
i initially wrote 'fuckle' instead of fickle,
and i immediately started to wonder how that would work
i imagined some unholy combo of suckling and fucking
and then imagined is as the logical follow up to cuddling
i bet some cutesy motherfucker is gonna start using that
'hey baby, i just wanna cuddle with you,
and then maybe, if things start to get hot,
we can fuckle a little bit, then maybe cuddle again'
don't think it won't happen
9/11/10
北
all i know is where i wanna be
but the sky is trembling
green trees are flashin' by me
but the road ain't changin'
when this story comes to it's end
will i be with you?
maybe angels have the intent
to carry me to you
can you hear my trembling heart?
it beats with an engine
bright lights and shapes through the glass
reveal your reflection
through the mist and into the night,
my fears are fading
i know i'm gonna be by your side
i know you'll be waiting
say you'll always be
my guiding light, protecting me
my angel of the north,
angel of the north
take me in your arms
show me the way, away from harm
angel of the north
my angel of the north
but the sky is trembling
green trees are flashin' by me
but the road ain't changin'
when this story comes to it's end
will i be with you?
maybe angels have the intent
to carry me to you
can you hear my trembling heart?
it beats with an engine
bright lights and shapes through the glass
reveal your reflection
through the mist and into the night,
my fears are fading
i know i'm gonna be by your side
i know you'll be waiting
say you'll always be
my guiding light, protecting me
my angel of the north,
angel of the north
take me in your arms
show me the way, away from harm
angel of the north
my angel of the north
9/5/10
trawler
as much as i really want to
and i do mean REALLY WANT TO
i'm not going to bitch about the new big ten divisions
i'm not going to complain about the new championship game
i am, however, gonna bitch about opening week matchups
on second thought, i'm not gonna bitch about that either
i'll just say that i have serious issues with all of them
and i don't want to waste you people's time with lots of cursing
[though, let's face it, you're all used to it by now]
it's kinda sad,
i'm one of the only people out here that's really into sports
so i have no one to yell at the tv with,
BUT
i did find a steelers bar on third ave
[they had an inflatable hines ward on the sidewalk in front of their window]
which i am going to frequent with great regularity come the nfl season
mostly since i don't have cable,
and i am NOT going without football this fall, goddamn it
my hard drive is rapidly approaching too full
[too many movies/much music]
which means here in the not–too–distant future
i'z gonna need a external
maybe someday i'll actually be able to afford it
and i do mean REALLY WANT TO
i'm not going to bitch about the new big ten divisions
i'm not going to complain about the new championship game
on second thought, i'm not gonna bitch about that either
i'll just say that i have serious issues with all of them
and i don't want to waste you people's time with lots of cursing
[though, let's face it, you're all used to it by now]
it's kinda sad,
i'm one of the only people out here that's really into sports
so i have no one to yell at the tv with,
BUT
i did find a steelers bar on third ave
[they had an inflatable hines ward on the sidewalk in front of their window]
which i am going to frequent with great regularity come the nfl season
mostly since i don't have cable,
and i am NOT going without football this fall, goddamn it
my hard drive is rapidly approaching too full
[too many movies/much music]
which means here in the not–too–distant future
i'z gonna need a external
maybe someday i'll actually be able to afford it
8/19/10
plaza vea
hey people
i'm not really gonna use this to talk about my time in crooklyn;
i converted my old russia blog for current purposes
so, instead of mingling the random shit i put on here
and things you might actually interest you,
head over to ze other blog
btdubs, i changed the url of it
it's nuyorussia.blogspot.com now
hey, shut up, i thought it was clever
i'm not really gonna use this to talk about my time in crooklyn;
i converted my old russia blog for current purposes
so, instead of mingling the random shit i put on here
and things you might actually interest you,
head over to ze other blog
btdubs, i changed the url of it
it's nuyorussia.blogspot.com now
hey, shut up, i thought it was clever
8/17/10
уезжай
and now, for the first non–lyrics post in a few days
actually, i don't have much to say
[like anyone actually wants me to say a lot]
i spent yesterday killing zombies and jumping through portals
today michigan actually got decent weather for once
and i've spent the last three hours packing,
[since i don't ever pack when i should]
my train leaves at 8`30 a/m
so... yeah
i'll be back in a few months
you know where to find me
[i may or may not revamp my russia blag for use in nyc
if i do, i'll post a link or something,
if not, i'll just do something on here]
actually, i don't have much to say
[like anyone actually wants me to say a lot]
i spent yesterday killing zombies and jumping through portals
today michigan actually got decent weather for once
and i've spent the last three hours packing,
[since i don't ever pack when i should]
my train leaves at 8`30 a/m
so... yeah
i'll be back in a few months
you know where to find me
[i may or may not revamp my russia blag for use in nyc
if i do, i'll post a link or something,
if not, i'll just do something on here]
8/16/10
fire–flaucht
this lonely existence paves the way
for the hard of hearts must beat, be brave
while this quiet lightning storm
wrecks the harvest gold we try to sow
so it begins, the way the blood still dances beneath the skin
as the messenger from hell says, we're bound to win
as the days they come, but the years they go
so take care of your freedom, they'll never know
i sit on the wing for a blackbird's song
to tell me where and when this all went wrong
there's no resolution without remorse
ignorance is bliss, defend, let's stay the course
puncture the skin, and see it's blood run cold on desert sand
come hear the men from mothers with childless hands
as the days they come, but the years they go
so take care of your freedom, they'll never know
take good care of your freedom, they'll never know
take what you give until there's nothing left but forever lived
and night descends on shadows without their kill
for the hard of hearts must beat, be brave
while this quiet lightning storm
wrecks the harvest gold we try to sow
so it begins, the way the blood still dances beneath the skin
as the messenger from hell says, we're bound to win
as the days they come, but the years they go
so take care of your freedom, they'll never know
i sit on the wing for a blackbird's song
to tell me where and when this all went wrong
there's no resolution without remorse
ignorance is bliss, defend, let's stay the course
puncture the skin, and see it's blood run cold on desert sand
come hear the men from mothers with childless hands
as the days they come, but the years they go
so take care of your freedom, they'll never know
take good care of your freedom, they'll never know
take what you give until there's nothing left but forever lived
and night descends on shadows without their kill
as the days they come, but the years they go
so take care of your freedom, they'll never know
yeah, take good care of your freedom, they'll never know
as the days they come, but the years they go
so take care of your freedom, they'll never know
8/13/10
divendres
it's friday afternoon
and i'm on the train again
blinded by orange
the conductor's yelling something
but the kids are yelling
'we're bein' held up again!'
and it's so cold out
and i'm not getting warmer
by walking faster
and i must look really silly
like a hermit crab in rush hour
to see you
and you're sleeping peacefully
and i'm walking frantically
and i wouldn't have it any other way
without you, babe
and i'm on the train again
blinded by orange
the conductor's yelling something
but the kids are yelling
'we're bein' held up again!'
and it's so cold out
and i'm not getting warmer
by walking faster
and i must look really silly
like a hermit crab in rush hour
to see you
and you're sleeping peacefully
and i'm walking frantically
and i wouldn't have it any other way
without you, babe
8/12/10
우울
persistent mystic faults my vision
it's like always this point of collision
it's raining in my cranium
my head feels like a stadium
three pounds of gray about to burst
inside my three pound universe
it's raining in my cranium
my head feels like a stadium
symbols i've been givin' to express my goal
always come up short
you know they just don't get that low
it's raining inside my cranium
my head feels like a stadium
these are the melancholy mechanics of my mind
quick release chemicals strike with incomprehensible precision
biorganic electronics targeting microscopic destinations of devastation
cleaner than light, meaner than a laser fight in the knight 2000
billions of micro maniacs unknown to most
as the uncontrollable soldiers of suffering succotash
instantaneous infiltration leaves me with a case of bustation–frustration
alone in the constellation of alienation
detached from empty conversation
i wait, i wait
for the wave to break
it's like always this point of collision
it's raining in my cranium
my head feels like a stadium
three pounds of gray about to burst
inside my three pound universe
it's raining in my cranium
my head feels like a stadium
symbols i've been givin' to express my goal
always come up short
you know they just don't get that low
it's raining inside my cranium
my head feels like a stadium
these are the melancholy mechanics of my mind
quick release chemicals strike with incomprehensible precision
biorganic electronics targeting microscopic destinations of devastation
cleaner than light, meaner than a laser fight in the knight 2000
billions of micro maniacs unknown to most
as the uncontrollable soldiers of suffering succotash
instantaneous infiltration leaves me with a case of bustation–frustration
alone in the constellation of alienation
detached from empty conversation
i wait, i wait
for the wave to break
8/11/10
język
hot
you can keep your black tongue
well, i found at the mortuary
you know you're gonna want some, want some
we're high in the back room,
gonna have a pack soon
with this you will regret,
so just let it be, yeah yeah yeah
sunny kept his ring on,
red tape so ordinary
love acting like it was gone gone, gone gone
let's do this like a prison break,
i wanna see you squeal and shake
we're gonna keep it in the family
yeah well, you know we're on the run
you know they're gonna want some, want some
we're high in the back room,
gonna have a pack soon
with this you will regret,
just let it be your yeah yeah yeah
boy, you just a stupid bitch
and girl, you just a no good dick
you can keep your black tongue
well, i found at the mortuary
you know you're gonna want some, want some
we're high in the back room,
gonna have a pack soon
with this you will regret,
so just let it be, yeah yeah yeah
sunny kept his ring on,
red tape so ordinary
love acting like it was gone gone, gone gone
let's do this like a prison break,
i wanna see you squeal and shake
we're gonna keep it in the family
yeah well, you know we're on the run
you know they're gonna want some, want some
we're high in the back room,
gonna have a pack soon
with this you will regret,
just let it be your yeah yeah yeah
boy, you just a stupid bitch
and girl, you just a no good dick
8/10/10
skøre
i can see very well,
there's a boat on the reef with a broken back
and i can see it very well
there's a joke, and i know it very well
it's one of those i told you long ago
take my word, i'm a madman
don't you know?
once a fool had a good part in the play
it it's so, would i still be here today?
it's quite peculiar in a funny sort of way
they think it's very funny, everything i say
get a load of him, he's so insane
you better get your coat, dear,
it looks like rain
the ground's a long way down,
but i need more
is the nightmare black,
or are the windows painted?
will they come again next week?
can my mind really take it?
we'll come again next thursday afternoon
the in–laws hope they'll see you very soon
but is it in your conscience that you're after?
another glimpse of the madman across the water
there's a boat on the reef with a broken back
and i can see it very well
there's a joke, and i know it very well
it's one of those i told you long ago
take my word, i'm a madman
don't you know?
once a fool had a good part in the play
it it's so, would i still be here today?
it's quite peculiar in a funny sort of way
they think it's very funny, everything i say
get a load of him, he's so insane
you better get your coat, dear,
it looks like rain
the ground's a long way down,
but i need more
is the nightmare black,
or are the windows painted?
will they come again next week?
can my mind really take it?
we'll come again next thursday afternoon
the in–laws hope they'll see you very soon
but is it in your conscience that you're after?
another glimpse of the madman across the water
8/9/10
dolçor
if you're listening,
sing it back
string from your tether unwinds
upward and outward to bind
are you listening?
sing it back
so tell me, what do i need
when words lose their meaning?
stumble till you crawl
sinking into sweet uncertainty
if you're listening
[if you're listening, are you listening?]
sing it back
[if you're listening, are you listening?]
and i'm still running away
[still running away]
won't play your hide and seek game
[your hide and seek game]
i was spinning free
with a little sweet and simple numbing me
what a dizzy dance
the sweetness will not be concerned with me
no, the sweetness will not be concerned with me
sing it back
string from your tether unwinds
upward and outward to bind
are you listening?
sing it back
so tell me, what do i need
when words lose their meaning?
stumble till you crawl
sinking into sweet uncertainty
if you're listening
[if you're listening, are you listening?]
sing it back
[if you're listening, are you listening?]
and i'm still running away
[still running away]
won't play your hide and seek game
[your hide and seek game]
i was spinning free
with a little sweet and simple numbing me
what a dizzy dance
the sweetness will not be concerned with me
no, the sweetness will not be concerned with me
8/5/10
union pass
i've had a weird day
[truthfully i've had a weird summer]
but today it seemed to hit a weird crescendo
not sure why, but i guess that's how it goes sometimes
also, unrelated,
i had a ridiculous wave of nostalgia hit me last night
truth be told, it was kinda painful
it was all triggered by a single song [as it so often is]
the song doesn't have any specific meaning to me,
it really isn't all that good, either,
but it was on a cd i used to listen to all the time
mostly during the summer after sophomore year of h/s
in retrospect, it was the best summer i've ever had
i had no responsibilities at all,
i spent almost every day playing tennis and swimming,
and almost every night playing video games
put simply, i was happy
and i had a great time that summer,
and hung out with a lot of cool people
i hadn't thought about it in a long time,
and then it just fucking hit me last night when that song came on
[there's really no point in me saying all this,
so i hope no one was looking for one]
i sold a book online today,
something that hasn't happened in almost a year
i've made dinner for my family twice this week,
something that's never happened
and i'm not particularly looking forward to summer ending,
something that's never happened
refer back to my original point
i haven't played any starcraft today
and that's kinda disappointing
that's all
[truthfully i've had a weird summer]
but today it seemed to hit a weird crescendo
not sure why, but i guess that's how it goes sometimes
also, unrelated,
i had a ridiculous wave of nostalgia hit me last night
truth be told, it was kinda painful
it was all triggered by a single song [as it so often is]
the song doesn't have any specific meaning to me,
it really isn't all that good, either,
but it was on a cd i used to listen to all the time
mostly during the summer after sophomore year of h/s
in retrospect, it was the best summer i've ever had
i had no responsibilities at all,
i spent almost every day playing tennis and swimming,
and almost every night playing video games
put simply, i was happy
and i had a great time that summer,
and hung out with a lot of cool people
i hadn't thought about it in a long time,
and then it just fucking hit me last night when that song came on
[there's really no point in me saying all this,
so i hope no one was looking for one]
i sold a book online today,
something that hasn't happened in almost a year
i've made dinner for my family twice this week,
something that's never happened
and i'm not particularly looking forward to summer ending,
something that's never happened
refer back to my original point
i haven't played any starcraft today
and that's kinda disappointing
that's all
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