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Monday, August 03, 2009

I never update my xanga anymore. I guess that's because I have other means of writing down my thoughts, and xanga has turned into this uber-blogger community thing, so whenever I sign on, I get distracted by all of the blogs on the main page.
I'm going back to school soon; vacationing upstate for a week and starting school on the 24th. I can't believe I'm leaving so soon... there's so much I still had to do. There's an unresolved situation in my life and it's bugging the crap out of me.
And I still haven't seen nearly enough of some of my friends. I still need to see Mrs. Scalone. I still need to do a lot, but in spite of all of that, I'm looking forward to going back... getting away from my unresolved situations, getting immersed in my studies (let's see how well that works out), auditioning for shows, seeing my college friends again.
There are always unresolved situations. I guess life is one. Hm.


Friday, February 13, 2009

Someone's got it in for me, they're planting stories in the press
Whoever it is I wish they'd cut it out but when they will I can only guess.
They say I shot a man named Gray and took his wife to Italy,
She inherited a million bucks and when she died it came to me.
I can't help it if I'm lucky.

People see me all the time and they just can't remember how to act
Their minds are filled with big ideas, images and distorted facts.
Even you, yesterday you had to ask me where it was at,
I couldn't believe after all these years, you didn't know me better than that
Sweet lady.

Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your mouth,
Blowing down the backroads headin' south.
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,
You're an idiot, babe.
It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.

I ran into the fortune-teller, who said beware of lightning that might strike
I haven't known peace and quiet for so long I can't remember what it's like.
There's a lone soldier on the cross, smoke pourin' out of a boxcar door,
You didn't know it, you didn't think it could be done, in the final end he won the wars
After losin' every battle.

I woke up on the roadside, daydreamin' 'bout the way things sometimes are
Visions of your chestnut mare shoot through my head and are makin' me see stars.
You hurt the ones that I love best and cover up the truth with lies.
One day you'll be in the ditch, flies buzzin' around your eyes,
Blood on your saddle.

Idiot wind, blowing through the flowers on your tomb,
Blowing through the curtains in your room.
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,
You're an idiot, babe.
It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.

It was gravity which pulled us down and destiny which broke us apart
You tamed the lion in my cage but it just wasn't enough to change my heart.
Now everything's a little upside down, as a matter of fact the wheels have stopped,
What's good is bad, what's bad is good, you'll find out when you reach the top
You're on the bottom.

I noticed at the ceremony, your corrupt ways had finally made you blind
I can't remember your face anymore, your mouth has changed, your eyes
don't look into mine.
The priest wore black on the seventh day and sat stone-faced while the building
burned.
I waited for you on the running boards, near the cypress trees, while the springtime turned
Slowly into autumn.

Idiot wind, blowing like a circle around my skull,
From the Grand Coulee Dam to the Capitol.
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,
You're an idiot, babe.
It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.

I can't feel you anymore, I can't even touch the books you've read
Every time I crawl past your door, I been wishin' I was somebody else instead.
Down the highway, down the tracks, down the road to ecstasy,
I followed you beneath the stars, hounded by your memory
And all your ragin' glory.

I been double-crossed now for the very last time and now I'm finally free,
I kissed goodbye the howling beast on the borderline which separated you from me.
You'll never know the hurt I suffered nor the pain I rise above,
And I'll never know the same about you, your holiness or your kind of love,
And it makes me feel so sorry.

Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats,
Blowing through the letters that we wrote.
Idiot wind, blowing through the dust upon our shelves,
We're idiots, babe.
It's a wonder we can even feed ourselves.

-Bob Dylan


Wednesday, November 26, 2008

I cannot guide my own days,
it’s equally as dangerous, see,
to hate a star but love its blaze.


Sunday, November 16, 2008

Girl meets boy. Girl falls in love with boy. Boy is a jerk. Girl ends up falling for her nice-guy-best-friend instead and, as luck would have it, he's been in love with her all this time.

Girl meets boy. Boy and girl don't get along. Boy and girl fight constantly, but everyone around them knows it is only to mask their hidden feelings of unfathomable affection. Boy and girl are vehemently arguing one day, and they end up making out, and everything is rainbows and sparkles from there.

Girl meets boy. Girl is infatuated with boy. Boy doesn't seem to love her back, but one day she Proves How Beautiful and Amazing She Is, and he realizes He's In Love And He Didn't Even Know It.

Girls meets boy. Girl is awe-struck at boy's unfathomable earth shattering beauty. Girl thinks she is ugly, even though she is, in actuality, the most beautiful girl in town. They make [beautiful] babies.

Girl meets boy. Boy is a trouble-maker and a womanizer. This girl is different, though, and he changes for her because She's Not Like Other Girls. They kiss in the sunset.


...

I get sick of stories sometimes.


Monday, November 03, 2008

I need to accept that I'm not strong enough.
There's someone who might be growing to depend on me, and I'm only human too... he needs to depend on God, who can help him with this burden...



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