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:: 2003 24 July :: 9.41 am
:: Mood: dead
:: Music: Switchfoot

"I'm standing on the edge of everything I've never been before." - Switchfoot "onfire"

I feel like shit today and I really don't know why...

I highly reccomend you all go out and buy the Switchfoot "The Beautiful Letdown" CD. It has saved me in ways not even Dashboard Confessional has...and that is a scary thing.

Who reads this shit anyways?

IDEA!!

If you read my journal leave a message for this entry kk!! That way I will know if this is really worth it.

4 | failed the crash test


:: 2003 23 July :: 11.27 am
:: Mood: indescribable
:: Music: Swithcfoot

Twenty Four
Twenty four oceans
Twenty four skies
Twenty four failures in
Twenty four tries
Twenty four finds me
In twenty-fourth place with
Twenty four drop outs
At the end of the day
Life is not what I thought it was
Twenty four hours ago
Still I’m singing Spirit take me up in arms with You
And I’m not who I thought I was twenty four hours ago
Still I’m singing Spirit take me up in arms with You
Twenty four reasons to admit that I’m wrong
With all my excuses still twenty four strong
See I’m not copping out not copping out not copping out
When You’re raising the dead in me
Oh, oh I am the second man
Oh, oh I am the second man now
Oh, oh I am the second man now
And You’re raising these twenty four voices
With twenty four hearts
With all of my symphonies
In twenty four parts
But I wan to be one today
Centered and true
I’m singing Spirit take me up in arms with You
You’re raising the dead in me
Oh, oh I am the second man
Oh, oh I am the second man now
Oh, oh I am the second man now
And You’re raising the dead in me
I want to see miracles, see the world change
Wrestled the angel, for more than a name
For more than a feeling
For more than a cause
I’m singing Spirit take me up in arms with You
And You’re raising the dead in me
Twenty four oceans
With twenty four hearts
With all of my symphonies
In twenty four parts.
Life is not what I thought I was
Twenty Four hours ago
Still I'm sing Spirit take me up in arms
I’m not copping out. Not copping out. Not copping out.

failed the crash test


:: 2003 14 July :: 10.26 pm
:: Mood: crushed
:: Music: Dashboard and Lifehouse

fuck...part two
They tell you in school the body is made up of 70% water...how much of that is tears? Because I've damn near dried myself up to the point where there are no tears left. I was stupid today and now I'm paying for it. This sick feeling in my stomach keeps reminding me of how I'm such a dumbass. I've lost hope...I'm never going to be happy with him again because I don't deserve him. I find myself now realizing that I'm not good enough for him. I can't even help him because I'm too dumb to find out what's wrong. I'm a coward who hides under her covers at night from heartache. He was the best thing that happened to me...and now look...this proves to me now that I am destined to be alone. He said it wasn't me it was him...but I know better. I could have done something, I just was too blind to see it and I still can't. How come it is always me? I just want to be loved again, but I'm never going to get that again with him. I've decided that the worst scenario is the only one I can live by right now. That scenario is never again...at least by him...which is probably never again for a while.
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You stole my heart
And you took my breath away
..............
How can I stand here with you
And not be moved by you
Would you tell me
How could it be
Any better than this...
-Beautiful / Lifehouse
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Wake up Katy, it won't be that good again for a long time....

Shit. I need a drink.

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:: 2003 14 July :: 10.11 pm
:: Mood: destroyed
:: Music: dashboard confessional and Lifehouse

fuck...part one
"And the plaster dented from your fist
In the hall where you had your first kiss
Reminds you that the memories will fade
..............
All the picture frames are facing down
And they're ringing from this empty sound
It's deafening
And keeping you from sleep
And breathing is a foreign task
Thinking's just too much to ask
And you're measuring your minutes
By a clock that's blinking eight.
Well this is incredible
Starving
Insatiable
Yes,
This is love for the first time
And you'd like to think that you were invincible
Yeah, but weren't we all once
Before we felt love for the first time..."
- The Brilliant Dance

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:: 2003 13 July :: 10.49 pm
:: Mood: drained
:: Music: akward silence

purpose
I don't think many understand the purpose of my journal or how it works...it's nothing I write, it's songs expressing my current emotions. But at this point my emotions are so confuzzled that maybe my writing is the only thing that can express my thoughts and feelings. Not even Dashboard Confessional can help me this time. The lack of sleep has left me with nothing to do but take my problem and stretch it out like a sick piece of rubber or laytex. I hate it when you want to help someone but all they do is cut you off from contact and push you as far away as possible...despite how much you love them and want to help them. Being in this state has altered my normal MO. I can't remember how to function properly as I said to a friend when she asked ME for advice "to tell you the truth...I don't know...my advice isn't the best right now. My emotions and thoughts have drained me to the point where I couldn't even remember how to button my pants this morning..."

All I want to do is help...BUT YOU SHUT ME OUT!!

I'm going to end this angsty journal entry with two blurbs written the night of and the weekend after:

"It hurts so bad
Will it never end?
This sick cycle carousel
Takes me around again"
- July 7...about 10:00pm

"Fighting my way
Back to sanity
Tomorrow brings promise
If it's a good day
I'll get out of bed"
- July 13th...about 3:30pm

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:: 2003 11 July :: 8.21 pm
:: Mood: Heartbroken
:: Music: Switchfoot

The Beautiful Letdown
It was a beautiful letdown
when I crashed and burned
when I found myself alone, unknown and hurt
it was a beautiful letdown
the day I knew
that all the riches this world had to offer me
would never do
In a world full of bitter pain and bitter doubt
I was trying so hard to fit in, fit in,
until I found out
I don't belong here
I don't belong here
I will carry a cross and a song
where I don't belong
It was a beautiful letdown
when you found me here
yeah for once in a rare blue moon
I see everything clear
I'll be a beautiful letdown
thats what I'll forever be
and though it may cost my soul
I'll sing for free
we're still chasing our tails in the rising sun
in our dark water planet still spins in a race
where no one wins and no one's one
see I don't belong here
I don't belong here
I will carry a cross and a song
where I don't belong
I don't belong here
I don't belong here
I'm gonna set sight and set sail for the kingdom come
kingdom come
Your kingdom come
won't you let me down yeah
let my foolish pride
forever let me down
easy living, you're not much like your name
easy dying, hey you look just about the same
would you please take me off your list
easy living, please come on and let me down
we are a beautiful letdown,
painfully uncool,
the church of the drop outs, the losers, the sinners,
the failures, and the fools
oh what a beautiful letdown
are we salt in the wound
and let us sing one true tune
I don't belong here
I don't belong here
I don't belong here
Feels like I don't belong here
Would you let me down
Come on and let me down
You always let me down
So glad that I'm let down
Come on and let me down
Cuz I don't belong to you
Please
Won't you let me down?

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:: 2003 8 July :: 10.34 pm
:: Mood: destroyed/confused
:: Music: Lifehouse

Beautiful
Finally here, won't stay too late.
I want to feel you, I need to hear you.
You are the light that's leading me to the place where I find peace,
again.
You are the strength, that keeps me walking.
You are the hope, that keeps me trusting.
You are the light, to my soul.
You are my purpose, you're everything.
And how can I stand here with you, and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me 'How could it be any better than this?'
yeah...
You calm the storms, and you give me rest.
You hold me in your hands, you won't let me fall
You steal my heart, and you take my breath away.
Would you take me in? Take me deeper now.
And how can I stand here with you, and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me 'How could it be any better than this?'
And how can I stand here with you, and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me 'How could it be any better than this?'
'Cause you're all I want
You're all I need
You're everything, everything.
And how can I stand here with you, and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me 'How could it be any better than this?'
Would you tell me 'How could it be, any better than this?'

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:: 2003 26 June :: 6.40 pm
:: Mood: headache but still loved
:: Music: Good Charlotte

Boys and Girls
educated
with money
he's well dressed
not funny
and not much to say in most conversations
but he'll foot the bill in
all situations
cause he pays for everything
girls don’t like boys
girls like cars and money
boys will laugh at girls when they’re not funny
paper or plastic
don’t matter she’ll have it
vacations and shopping sprees
these are a few of her favorite things
she'll get what she wants if she’s willing to please
his type of girl always comes with a fee
hey now, there’s nothing for free
girls don’t like boys
girls like cars and money
boys will laugh at girls when they’re not funny
and these girls like these boys
like these boys like these girls
the girls with the bodies like boys with Ferraris
girls don’t like boys
girls like cars and money
(lets go)
girls don’t like boys
girls like cars and money
boys will laugh at girls when they’re not funny
and these girls like these boys
like these boys like these girls
the girls with the bodies like boys with Ferraris
girls don’t like boys
girls like cars and money
all of these boys and all of these girls, losing their souls in a material world.
(Until the end)

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:: 2003 23 June :: 9.19 pm
:: Mood: tired
:: Music: Evanescence

Taking Over Me
You don't remember me but I remember you
I lie awake and try so hard not to think of you
But who can decide what they dream and dream unto?
I believe in you
I'll give up everything just to find you
I have to be with you
To live, to breathe, you're taking over me
Have you forgotten all i know and all we had?
You saw me mourning my love for you
And touched my hand
I knew you loved me then
I believe in you
I'll give up everything just to find you
I have to be with you
To live, to breathe, you're taking over me
I look in the mirror and see your face
If i look deep enough
So many things live inside that, just like you, are taking over
I believe in you
I'll give up everything just to find you
I have to be with you
To live, to breathe, you're taking over me
I believe in you
I'll give up everything just to find you
I have to be with you
To live, to breathe, you're taking over me
You're taking over me...

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:: 2003 16 June :: 8.30 pm
:: Mood: anxious
:: Music: Vendetta Red

Shatterday
Days are numbered 6-6-6
And I'll begin the countdown
By calling off the circus
somewhere in these
Cryptic scriptures
I'll find myself drifting in a sky
Full of...

Scars they cut into you
Blisters rose color you
Mayday we're going down
These masculine memories are morose
Your kerosene company is comatose

Our days are numbered 3-2-1
And when you bit the bullet
I held the smoking gun
Somewhere in these
Violent volumes
I'll find myself drifting in a sky
Full of...

Scars they cut into you
Blisters rose color you
Mayday we're going down
These masculine memories are morose
Your kerosene company is comatose

And I would sick up half of my cold eye
To set you on your head
If I were you then I would memorize
This loose lipped lullaby
Instead of waiting
Carving out your own

Scars they cut into you
Blisters rose color you
Mayday we're going down
Follow we went around
Scars they cut into you
Blisters rose color you
Mayday we're going down
These masculine memories are morose
Your kerosene company is comatose

failed the crash test


:: 2003 16 June :: 8.29 pm
:: Mood: anxious
:: Music: Dashboard Confessional

Drowning
And we're drowning you out
in boasts of defection
if everything was up to me I would be gone by the first sign
the first sign of hope I'd be packed up and out of my way.

And time has been spread so thin
and it's just hours till the day begins.
And the things that are keeping you here are not keeping me here (at all)
and the things that are keeping you here will keep me away.

And you'll be sorry
isn't that what they'll say.
Don't follow your heart cause it just seems to get in your way.

And don't ever leave here
and mope at your leisure
and straighten out your crease, dear
and truth is in a tall beer.

Are you drowning your fears
in a glass of deception?
When everything is easy then everything will be ok .
When everything is easy then you won't be sad that you stayed.

And time has been spread so thin
and its just hours till the day begins.
And the things that are keeping you here are not keeping me here (at all)
and the things that are keeping you here will keep me away.

And you'll be sorry
isn't that what they'll say.
Don't follow your heart cause it just seems to get in your way.

And don't ever leave here
and mope at your leisure
and straighten out your crease here
and truth is in a tall beer.

failed the crash test


:: 2003 16 June :: 8.26 pm
:: Mood: anxious
:: Music: Saliva

Rest in Pieces
Look at me, my depth perception must be off again,
Coz' this hurts deeper than I thought it did,
It has not healed with time...
It just shot down my spine.
You look so beautiful tonight,
Remind me how you laid us down,
And gently smiled,
Before you destroyed my life...
Would you find it in your heart,
To make this go away,
And let me rest in pieces?
Let me rest in pieces
Would you find it in your heart,
To make this go away,
And let me rest in pieces?
Let me rest in pieces
Look at me, my depth perception must be off again,
You got much closer than I thought you did,
I'm in your reach,
You held me in your hands...
But could you find it in your heart,
To make this go away,
And let me rest in pieces?
Let me rest in pieces
Would you find it in your heart,
To make this go away,
And let me rest in pieces?
Let me rest in pieces
Could you find, could you find in your heart?
Could you find, could you let me rest in pieces
Could you find, could you find in your heart?
Could you find, could you let me rest in pieces

failed the crash test


:: 2003 10 June :: 5.58 pm
:: Mood: loved
:: Music: Red Hot Chilli Peppers

Can't Stop
Can't stop addicted to the shin dig
Chop top he says I'm gonna win big
Choose not a life of imitation
Distant cousin to the reservation
Defunkt the pistol that you pay for
This punk the feeling that you stay for
In time I want to be your best friend
Eastside love is living on the westend
Knock out but boy you better come to
Don't die you know the truth is some do
Go write your message on the pavement
Burnin' so bright I wonder what the wave meant
White heat is screaming in the jungle
Complete the motion if you stumble
Go ask the dust for any answers
Come back strong with 50 belly dancers
The world I love
The tears I drop
To be part of
The wave can't stop
Ever wonder if it's all for you
The world I love
The trains I hop
To be part of
The wave can't stop
Come and tell me when it's time to
Sweetheart is bleeding in the snowcone
So smart she's leading me to ozone
Music the great communicator
Use two sticks to make it in the nature
I'll get you into penetration
The gender of a generation
The birth of every other nation
Worth your weight the gold of meditation
This chapter's going to be a close one
Smoke rings I know you're going to blow one
All on a spaceship persevering
Use my hands for everything but steering
Can't stop the spirits when they need you
Mop tops are happy when they feed you
J. Butterfly is in the treetop
Birds that blow the meaning into bebop
The world I love
The tears I drop
To be part of
The wave can't stop
Ever wonder if it's all for you
The world I love
The trains I hop
To be part of
The wave can't stop
Come and tell me when it's time to
Wait a minute I'm passing out
Win or lose just like you
Far more shocking
Than anything i ever knew
How about you
10 more reasons
Why i need somebody new just like you
Far more shocking than anything I ever knew
Right on cue
Can't stop addicted to the shin dig
Chop top he says I'm gonna win big
Choose not a life of imitation
Distant cousin to the reservation
Defunkt the pistol that you pay for
This punk the feeling that you stay for
In time I want to be your best friend
Eastside love is living on the westend
Knock out but boy you better come to
Don't die you know the truth is some do
Go write your message on the pavement
Burnin' so bright I wonder what the wave meant
Kick start the golden generator
Sweet talk but don't intimidate her
Can't stop the gods from engineering
Feel no need for any interfering
Your image in the dictionary
This life is more than ordinary
Can I get 2 maybe even 3 of these
Come from space
To teach you of the pliedes
Can't stop the spirits when they need you
This life is more than just a read thru

failed the crash test


:: 2003 29 May :: 5.26 pm
:: Mood: uncomfortable
:: Music: Lifehouse

Breathing
I'm finding my way back to sanity again
Though I don't really know what
I'm gonna do when I get there
Take a breath and hold on tight
Spin around one more time
And gracefully fall back to the arms of grace

'Cause I am hanging on every word you say
And even if you don't want to speak tonight
That's alright, alright with me
'Cause I want nothing more than to
Sit outside Heaven's door and listen to you breathing
Is where I want to be, yeah...
Where I wanna be...

I am looking past the shadows
Of my mind into the truth and
I'm trying to identify
The voices in my head
God, which one is you
Let me feel one more time
What it feels like to feel alive
And break these calluses off of me
One more time

'Cause I am hanging on every word you say
And even if you don't want to speak tonight
That's alright, alright with me
'Cause I want nothing more than to sit
Outside your door and listen to you breathing
Is where I want to be, yeah...

I don't want a thing from you
Bet you're tired of me, waiting
For the scraps to fall
Off of your table to the ground
La Da Da La Da Da Da Da Da
'Cause I just want to be here now

'Cause I am hanging on every word you're sayin'
Even if you don't wanna speak tonight, that's alright, alright with me
'Cause I want nothing more
Than to sit outside your door
And listen to you breathing
It's where I wanna be, yeah...

Where I wanna be...
Where I wanna be...

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:: 2003 24 May :: 8.14 pm
:: Mood: bouncy

"When Cameron was in Egypt's Land...
Let my Cameron go..."
- Cameron/Ferris Bueller's Day Off

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:: 2003 24 May :: 8.10 pm
:: Mood: cheerful

"Life is fast. If you don't stop and enjoy it, it will pass you by"
- Ferris Bueller/Ferris Bueller's Day Off

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:: 2003 24 May :: 8.06 pm
:: Mood: calm
:: Music: Dashboard Confessional

Ender Will Save Us All (Nathan's Choice)
It's just like you to contest
Wearing like a label on your breast
Don't you see what this takes of me?
A certain callousness complies with your charm & in your pride
A hopeful look draped in despise.
I want to give you whatever you need.
What is it you need?
Is it what I need?
I want to give you whatever you need.
What is it you need?
Is it within me?
It's hard to explain how I am getting by on so little from you.
It's hard to believe that I would let myself get so wrapped into you.
There's got to be something that would be worthwhile for me to give to you.
We need a connection but you seem to push me far away from you.
From you, from you.
The harder I push the further I fall.
Well you don't mind me being headstrong.
But you don't want to sing along.
Maybe it's trite but I can always, always, always be wrong
Trying not to be . . .
Trying not to be wrong

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:: 2003 24 May :: 8.00 pm
:: Mood: loved
:: Music: Bruce Springsteen

Thunder Road (song of the month)
The screen door slams
Mary's dress sways
Like a vision she dances across the porch
As the radio plays
Roy Orbison singing for the lonely
Hey that's me and I want you only
Don't turn me home again
I just can't face myself alone again
Don't run back inside
darling you know just what I'm here for
So you're scared and you're thinking
That maybe we ain't that young anymore
Show a little faith, there's magic in the night
You ain't a beauty, but hey you're alright
Oh and that's alright with me
You can hide `neath your covers
And study your pain
Make crosses from your lovers
Throw roses in the rain
Waste your summer praying in vain
For a savior to rise from these streets
Well now I'm no hero
That's understood
All the redemption I can offer, girl
Is beneath this dirty hood
With a chance to make it good somehow
Hey what else can we do now?
Except roll down the window
And let the wind blow
Back your hair
Well the night's busting open
These two lanes will take us anywhere
We got one last chance to make it real
To trade in these wings on some wheels
Climb in back
Heaven's waiting on down the tracks
Oh-oh come take my hand
Riding out tonight to case the promised land
Oh-oh Thunder Road, oh Thunder Road oh Thunder Road
Lying out there like a killer in the sun
Hey I know it's late we can make it if we run
Oh Thunder Road, sit tight take hold
Thunder Road
Well I got this guitar
And I learned how to make it talk
And my car's out back
If you're ready to take that long walk
From your front porch to my front seat
The door's open but the ride it ain't free
And I know you're lonely
For words that I ain't spoken
But tonight we'll be free
All the promises'll be broken
There were ghosts in the eyes
Of all the boys you sent away
They haunt this dusty beach road
In the skeleton frames of burned out Chevrolets
They scream your name at night in the street
Your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet
And in the lonely cool before dawn
You hear their engines roaring on
But when you get to the porch they're gone
On the wind, so Mary climb in
It's a town full of losers
And I'm pulling out of here to win.

failed the crash test


:: 2003 24 May :: 7.51 pm
:: Mood: okay
:: Music: Daniel Beddingfield

If you're not the one
If you're not the one then why does my soul feel glad today?
If you're not the one then why does my hand fit yours this way?
If you are not mine then why does your heart return my call
If you are not mine would I have the strength to stand at all

I never know what the future brings
but I know you're here with me now
We'll make it through
and I hope you are the one I share my life with...

I don't wanna run away but I can't take it, I don't understand
If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am?
Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?

If I don't need you then why am I crying on my bed?
If I don't need you then why does your name resound in my head?
If you're not for me then why does this distance maim my life?
If you're not for me then why do I dream of you as my wife?

I don't know why you're so far away
But I know that this much is true
We'll make it through
And I hope you are the one I share my life with
And I wish that you could be the one I die with
And I'm praying you're the one I build my home with
I hope I love you all my life

I don't wanna run away but I can't take it , I don't understand
If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am?
Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?

'Cause I miss you, body and soul so strong that it takes my breath away
And I breathe you into my heart and pray for the strength to stand today
'Cause I love you, whether it's wrong or right
And though I can't be with you tonight
You know my heart is by your side

I don't wanna run away but I can't take it,
I dont understand
If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am?
Is there any way I can stay in your arms?

failed the crash test


:: 2003 19 May :: 8.21 pm
:: Mood: sick
:: Music: Bowling for Soup

Girl All the Bad Guys Want **MUST DOWNLOAD**
8'o'clock, monday night, and im waiting
To finally talk to a girl a little cooler than me
Her name is Nona, she's a rocker with her nose ring
She wears a two-way but im not quite sure what that means
And when she walks
All the wind blows and the angels sing
She doesn't notice me
Cause shes watching wrestling
Creamin over tough guys
Listening to rap metal
Turn tables in her eyes
It's like a bad movie
Shes looking through me
If you were me, then you'd be
Screamin "Someone shoot me"
As I found miserably
Trying to get the girl all the bad guys want
Yes she's the girl all the bad guys want
She likes the godsmack and I like agent orange
Her CD changer's full of singers that are mad at their dads
She says she'd like to score some reefer and a forty
She'll never know that i'm the best that she'll never have
And when she walks
All the wind blows and the angels sing
She'll never notice me
Cause shes watching wrestling
Creamin over tough guys
Listening to rap metal
Turn tables in her eyes
She likes them with a mustache
Racetrack season pass
Driving in a Trans-Am
Does a mullet make a man?
It's like a bad movie
She is looking through me
If you were me, then you'd be
Screamin "Someone shoot me!"
As I fail miserably
Trying to get the girl all the bad guys want
She's the girl all the bad guys want
She's the girl all the bad guys want
She's the girl all the bad guys want
There she goes again
With fishnets on, and dreadlocks in her hair
She broke my heart, I wanna be sedated
All I wanted was to see her naked
Now I am watching wrestling
Tryin to be a tough guy
Listenin to rap metal
Turn tables in my eyes
I can't grow a mustache
And I ain't got no season pass
All I got's a moped... moped... moped...
It's like a bad movie
She is looking through me
If you were me, then you'd be
Screamin "Someone shoot me!"
As I found miserably
Trying to get the girl all the bad guys want
She's the girl all the bad guys want
She's the girl all the bad guys want
She's the girl all the bad guys want
She's the girl all the bad guys want
(There she goes again)

failed the crash test


:: 2003 19 May :: 8.15 pm
:: Mood: sick
:: Music: Dashboard Confessional

Shirts and Gloves
Well I'm back from the road,
And you're out on it,
And I'm tired of this distance,
And I believe it's over,
It's over
rated...
And this phone tag game is endless,
The novelty is wearing,
I'm hoping time will pass,
Without any assistance or convincing
Road rules apply,
There's so much action
You're getting busy,
So I'll call you're cellular phone,
To tell you tv night was,
Lonely without you,
And so am I,
So am I
It seems our day keeps falling on a Leap Year
So many high points on this last leg,
I can't wait to recount them,
It seems like nothing's happened until I've shared them with you,
And the note that you have called,
Says that you're half a day away,
And you're heading home,
Just in time for me,
For me,
To leave
And road rules apply
There's so much action
I'm getting busy,
So make sure that I'm up to date on tv night,
I hate to miss out,
I think I miss you most,
On Wednesdays and Saturdays,
Seems our day keeps falling on a leap year

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:: 2003 19 May :: 8.10 pm
:: Mood: sick
:: Music: Lifehouse

Somewhere in Between
I can't be losing sleep over this, no, I can't
Now I cannot stop pacing
Give me a few hours and I'll have this all sorted out
If my mind would just stop racing
'Cause I cannot stand still
I can't be this unsturdy
This cannot be happening
This is over my head but underneath my feet
'Cause by tomorrow morning I'll have this thing beat
And everything will be back to the way that it was
I wish that it was just that easy
'Cause I'm waiting for tonight
Then waiting for tomorrow
And I'm somewhere in between
What is real and just a dream...
What is real and just a dream...
What is real and just a dream...
Would you catch me if I fall out of what I fell in
Don't be surprised if I collapse down at your feet again
I don't want to run away from this
I know that I just don't need this
'Cause I cannot stand still
I can't be this unsturdy
This cannot be happening
'Cause I'm waiting for tonight
Then waiting for tomorrow
And I'm somewhere in between
What is real and just a dream...
What is real and just a dream...
What is real and just a dream...
What is real and just a dream...

failed the crash test


:: 2003 13 May :: 9.30 am
:: Mood: tired
:: Music: None

"I think about you in the shower........not in a good way, in a 'I'm so distracted I can't remember if I washed my hair' kind of way....SO I WASH MY HAIR TWICE!!" - Sandra Bullock/Two weeks notice

failed the crash test


:: 2003 12 May :: 7.19 pm
:: Mood: numb
:: Music: Dashboard Confessional

Swiss Army Romance
Sleep with all the lights on,
You're not so happy.
You're not secure.
And you're dying to look cute in your blue jeans
But you're plastic just like everyone, just like everyone.
And that face you paint is pressed impressing
Most of us as permanent.
And I'd like to see you undone.
And college night,
Will draw the crowds,
Dorms unload and you're heading out.
Here is your moment to shine.
Making up a history,
It's nothing from the life you lead,
But man will they buy all your lines.
Sleep with all the sheets off
Bearing your mattress,
Bare in your soul.
And your dying to look smooth with your tattoos
But you're searching just like everyone, could be anyone.
And those friends you have are the best impressing
Most of us as permanent,
But I'd like to see you undone.
Youth's the most unfaithful mistress,
Still we forge ahead to miss her,
Rushing our moment to shine.
Making up a history,
It's nothing from the life you lead,
But man will they buy all your lines.
We're not 21, but the sooner we are the sooner the fun will begin.
So get out your fake eyelashes and fake I.D.'s
And real disasters ensue.
It's cool to take these chances.
It's cool to fake romances,
And grow up fast,
And grow up fast,
And grow up fast,
And grow up fast.

failed the crash test


:: 2003 12 May :: 6.56 pm
:: Mood: distressed
:: Music: Verve Pipe

Freshmen
When I was young I knew everything,
She, a punk who rarely ever took advice
Now I'm guilt-stricken, sobbin' with my head on the floor
Stoppin' baby's breath and a shoe full of rice no...
Can't be held responsible
She was touchin' her face
I won't be held responsible
She fell in love in the first place
For the life of me
I can not remember
What made us think that we were wise and we'd never compromise
For the life of me
I can not believe we'd ever die
For these sins
We were merely freshmen
My best friend took a week's vacation to forget her
His girl took a week's worth of valium and slept
And now he's guilt-stricken, sobbin'
With his head on the floor
Thinks about her now and how he never really wept he said
Can't be held responsible
She was touchin' her face
I won't be held responsible
She fell in love in the first place
For the life of me
I can not remember
What made us think that we were wise and we'd never compromise
For the life of me
I can not believe we'd ever die
For these sins
We were merely freshmen
Tried to wash our hands of all of this
We'd never talk of our lacking relationships
And how we're guilt-stricken sobbin' with our heads on the floor
We fell through the ice when we tried not to slip we'd say...
Can't be held responsible
She was touchin' her face
I won't be held responsible
She fell in love in the first place
For the life of me
I can not remember
What made us think that we were wise and we'd never compromise
For the life of me
I can not believe we'd ever die
For these sins
We were merely freshmen
We were merely freshmen...
We were only freshmen...

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