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|Jessika (profile) wrote, |
on 7-31-2004 at 1:37pm
|Current mood: emo
Music: little girl whining
Subject: my computer seems to be crashing
|I am a lyric whore. SO FUCK ME.
My actions are orchestrated from above. So I swing and I sway.
Wave my hand. Kick my leg. And it is always right with the music.
"Until all that swinging starts to make you sick"
For a song I was bought. Now I lie when I talk with a careful eye on the cue card.
Onto a stage, I was pushed with my sorrow well rehearsed.
So give me all your pity and your money. Now. All of it.
"We used to think that sound was something pure"
If I could act like this was my real life and not some cage where I've been placed,
then, I could tell you the truth like I used to and not be afraid of sounding fake.
Now all that anyone is listening for are the mistakes.
In a house, by myself, I hear the ice start to melt and watch rooftops weep for the sunlight.
And I know what must change. Fuck my face. Fuck my name.
They are brief and false advertisements for a soul I don't have.
Something true I have lacked and spent my whole life trying to make up for.
But I found in a song and in the people I love. They will lift me up out of darkness.
Now my door stands open. I am inviting everyone in. We will drink.
We will laugh until the morning comes. That is what we are going to do.
I don't think lj-cuts work here. Deal with it.
I have about 5 inches of space right now because my mom shampooed the carpet, thus pushing everything up against the computer. But, she did not use shampoo like normal people. No. She used VINEGAR. So, I am squished, about to suffocate due to smell, and very, very hot.
Fair was interesting. Gwen and I had fun by ourselves, since that is how we usually were. I was about to shoot the sexist pig working at the Thunderbolt. I was also about to shoot other people as well. Ring of Fire is so much more fun at the very top then second to top, as Gwen and I found out. Today I shall go again. I wish someone else was going, besides my family, but oh well. I am going to go visit Ashley and her bunnies. Highlight of last night: these hot dudes. Pathetic, but *drool*...one had on a pink shirt and long hair pulled back. He sat across from me on the Pharoh's Fury. I just sat and stared....*pathetic*...and then in line for the Ring of Fire, there was this dude with blonde poofish hair, a labret piercing, and hot emo glasses. HOT!!! He took off his glasses and lacked the hottness, but was still nonetheless.
I DON'T WANT SOME WEIRD FUCKING CHURCH LADY WATCHING MY HOUSE! I DON'T EVEN KNOW THIS STUPID PERSON, BUT MY MOM IS BEING A FUCKING BITCH ABOUT IT!! SHE DOES NOT EVEN KNOW HER LAST NAME! IT IS JUST THE "DONNA THAT HAD A STROKE"..
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