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were going to walk home today, i dont mind it, but i also dont want to get all dirty and shitty and all. the new ac opened and i like the way it looks. maybe well stop by there later. nels' mom is subbing for this class, she gave us gum. i might go to soldotna this summer agian, i want to get away from bethel, i have to many disgusting memorys from here during the summer time. but i guess thats all my fault.
i had a dream a few nights ago and lizzy was in there. we were talking on the phone and somehow i made her mad by saying that i want her home. i guess she didnt want to come home so she got all pissed off her ass at me. we were quiet for a long time and then i said, so what are you going to do later? lizzy was all... yeah, im going to come home right this minute. when i get home im gonna have so much fun. lets see, i can sit in my room and stare at the wall... she said shit like that and i was like, did i say something to make you mad? and then my dream changed.
kenny had a dream last night about some "great sickness" i was thinking he had a de ja vou thingy about the avian flu. he said it was really scary and everyone was going crazy. reminded me about 28 days later... anyway, i think he might have the same gift that my biological family does. all of us have de ja vou's about some serious things. i seen the towers fall in one of my dreams before, and when i went to school that day i was all, i know this from somewhere. anyway, the day that kid brought a gun to school here, i dreamt about it the night before and i said that i didnt want to go to school the next day cause i felt sick. funny huh?
well, i wrote enough for now. later
I got kicked out of class for the first time in my life today.
That having been said, enjoy some Brand New, because I'm on a Brand New kick, and I listened to this song on the way home, and I really like it. Download it, also. It's wonderful.
Also, I'm eating toast.
Keep the noise low,
She doesn't wanna blow it,
Shaking head to toe
while your left hand does "the show me around."
Quickens your heartbeat,
It beats me straight into the ground.
You don't recover from a night like this.
A victim, still lying in bed, completely motionless.
A hand moves in the dark to a zipper.
Hear a boy bracing tight against sheets
barely whisper, "This is so messed up."
Upon arrival the guests had all stared.
Dripping wet and clearly depressed,
he'd headed straight for the stairs.
No longer cool, but a boy in a stitch,
unprepared for a life full of lies and failing relationships.
(Up the stairs: the station where
the act becomes the art of growing up.)
He keeps his hands low.
He doesn't wanna blow it.
He's wet from head to toe and
his eyes give her the up and the down.
His stomach turns and he thinks of throwing up.
But the body on the bed beckons forward
and he starts growing up.
The fever, the focus.
The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell.
Die young and save yourself.
The tickle, the taste of...
It used to be the reason i breathed, but now its choking me up.
Die young and save yourself.
She hits the lights.
This doesn't seem quite fair.
Despite everything he learned from his friends,
he doesn't feel so prepared.
She's breathing quiet and smooth.
He's gasping for air.
"This is the first and last time," he says.
She fakes a smile and presses her hips into his.
He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides.
He's holding back from telling her
exactly what it really feels like.
He is the lamb, she is the slaughter.
She's moving way too fast and all he wanted was to hold her.
Nothing that tells her is really having an effect.
He whispers that he loves her,
but she's probably only looking for...
(Up the stairs: the station where
the act becomes the art of growing up.)
So much more than he could ever give.
A life free of lies and a meaningful relationship.
He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides.
He waits for it to end
and for the aching in his guts to subside.
The fever, the focus.
The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell.
Die young and save yourself.
The tickle, the taste of...
It used to be the reason i breathed, but now its choking me up.
Die young and save yourself.
Up the stairs: the station where
the act becomes the art of growing up.
The fever, the focus.
The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell.
Die young and save yourself.
The tickle, the taste of...
It used to be the reason i breathed, but now its choking me up.
Die young and save yourself.
Ah.. Got those.. Bell Bottom Blues.
Gotta get ready for work.
Anyone wanna come by "Roly-Poly Sandiwches" on Jonestwon road tomorow?
Try to come about 5.
mmhm.
I'll ring you up.
By the way, it surprised the heck out of me, but the food there is actualyl really good..especially.. the special for saturday.
Mmm.
Go by Roly-Poly.
Maybe by then I'll be off the Bell Bottom Blues.
