so i guess i'm pretty different now, considering..

im in LOVE with this song.

Manhole

i'm holding here a book
notable, but not the greatest
stolen for me by the latest
in a long line of thieves
and i'm just about to drop it
down that manhole of memories
when i realize it doesn't bother me
like love's mementos usually do
and i look up to see who's different here
the latest me or the latest you

course, you're the kind of guy who doesn't lie
he just doctors everything
chooses some unassuming finger
and quietly moves his wedding ring
who rewrites his autobiography
for any pretty girl who'll sing
but you can't fool the queen, baby
cuz i married the king

and maybe it was i who betrayed his majesty
with no opposite reality
like a puddle with no reflection
of the sky or the trees
but after my dreaded beheading
i tied that sucker back on with a string
and i guess i'm pretty different now
considering

i kissed you on the street that night
on the far side of four
but i didn't like the taste
in my mouth or yours
and ignoring the persona you wore for my benefit
for once i had the balls to call it
just call it
but a lesson must be lived
in order to be learned
and the clarity to see and stop this now
that is what i've earned

and maybe it was i who betrayed his majesty
with no opposite reality
like a puddle with no reflection
of the sky or the trees
but after my dreaded beheading
i tied that sucker back on with a string
and i guess i'm pretty different now
considering

i'm holding here a book
notable, but not the greatest
stolen for me by the latest
in a long line of thieves
and i'm just about to drop it
down that manhole of memories
when i realize it doesn't bother me
and heartache not so dire
cuz i looked up to see integrity
finally won over desire .



ani difranco is a genius. her fingers hair voice mind brain all so enviable aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa she's amazing.

everyone's gonna go watch a movie tomorrow [everyone= most of the classmates i speak to, and the number is pretty small yeah. the rest hate me. mostly because im rude and say FUCKSHITMOTHERFUCKINGBASTERS too much. oh well, fuck them], and i am, as usual, left out. by choice or not is not the issue, im trying to start a pity-party here. please sympathize.

also, i have homework for monday and the parent teacher meeting is on tuesday. you get it? yeah. also, class eleven girl [and some wannabe guitard00ds] molesting zombie for this upcoming fest i swear im being driven out of my mind you dont wanna know what the fuck i'd been asked/told by one of them ah well you think im being a loser? again, fuck you. it feels like being married to george bush for pete's sake.

PLUS i have boils on my face and inside my nostrils.

lets put this down here.
pujita: {randomly in class (where we do anything but pay heed to the rest of it) while discussing some orkut-initiated lovestories} ..see scrap count is not the index of...
ship: {raised eyebrows} yes?
pujita: look, i have 11 friends on my list and still have a steady boyfriend, and you have over 200 friends on your list and what not, but you've always always been single. {smug smile}

...

pujita: yes ok i know this is stupid {gets back to definite integrals}

OMG CHOCOLATE BOY DO IT IN MY BUTT

DONT SIT AND STARE ITS JUST NOT FAIR MAKE YOUR MOVE IF YOU DARE

I SAID WHAT WHAT IN TEH BUTT

I SAID WHAT WHAT

IN THE BUTT

YOU WANNA DO IT IN MY BUTT, IN MY BUTT?

-bootyshake-

igotthroughmathsigotthroughwhichisasurpriseyesiknowisuckbooeatyourfacenow.

ok so i got the vintage book of contemporary american poetry. i know i must read it yeah i hope i end up doing just that :/

oksobye i have nothing more to say to you.

why i've been busy this week:

for i've been working/worrying my ass and my hair [oh well] off for something so excruciatingly unavailing that it makes me want to shed the remainder of the worked off ass, and tear the remaining hair off my thick skulled head.
lessons learnt:
1)give up. sometimes, please give up, back out, and such because some things are REALLY not worth it (unless you count heavy greenroom laughs, ok fine they were the love)
2)never EVER [something i wont say here]
3) oh my god am i gutsy or what
[ oh no 2) and 3) are so not related ]

more when i can recall the rest.

these attentionseeking whores really deserve to die, but no. people find them enticing instead.

Dear ship,

Please take the lesson and stop flattering yourself sometimes- even at the subconscious level.
Bitterness,
the Sensible Self.

i cant use illustrator.
im very frustrated.

harish: you're really cute. you'll grow older. and things'll change.

none of that made sense to me. i hope it never does. :)