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| Friday, January 16, 2004 |
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i am so stressed...no sleep, having hallucinations already. apparently last night when i got home from a gruelling day of doing my MRR in school i walked right past my dad and passed out in the sofa with my mom. I can't even remember! I can still see the numbers 1-2-3-1-2-1-4-7-5-6 from the survey results worksheet flashing before my eyes...like a stupid matrix code! So who cares how much percent is the growth rate of bread consumption over the past three years? I don't want to know if the barriers to entry are high....aurgh!
so instead of writing some anecdote or omnipotent reflection...i'll post the lyrics of another song in my head:
No Myth by Michael Penn
So, she says it's time she goes but wanted to be sure I know
she hopes we can be friends...
I think, yeah, I guess we can say I but didn't think to ask her why
she blocked her eyes and drew the curtains with knots I've got yet to untie...
what if I were Romeo in black jeans, what if I was Heathcliff, it's no myth
maybe she's just looking for someone to dance with...
See, it was just too soon to tell and looking for some parallel
can be an endless game...
We said goodbe before hello, my secrets she will never know
and if I dig a hole to China I'll catch the first junk to SoHo...
Sometime from now you'll bow to pressure some things in life you cannot measure by degrees
I'm between the poles and the equator don't send no private investigator to find me please
'less he speaks Chinese and can dance like Astaire overseas |
posted by maldita @ 2:04 AM
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