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Saturday, September 16, 2006 |
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now playing| my eyes burn
artist| matchbook romance
mood| -
"those words; as if they meant anything anyway"
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I FOUND OUR INITIALS IN THE PAVEMENT;
just another dream gone wrong
i don't know why i'm here, nor what i can pen down at this very moment. all i know is that i'm bored out of my socks, & if i don't find a way to release these tension, i might attempt suicide. thank God for blogs, thank God for free speech, thank God for songs that bring me away from reality - even if it's just for a few minutes.
spending a few minutes drowning in music usually helps me clear my mind, and think a little more sane.
i admit i do sometimes get a little emotional when my ear meets tunes that draws back memories that weren't all that happy, & the funny thing is - i like that feeling. yes, it's my guilty pleasure. i guess i'm usually, generally a cold person when it comes to coming to terms with my own past, & honestly i doubt i could've gotten over quite alot of my pasts without some musical aids. i face them better with sane lyrics replaying and resounding.
why am i telling you this? it's because i don't have anything else to say & like i said, i was bored.
earlier this morning, during trainig, i was paddling around a bridge bend. the walls on the bridge looked horrific, rough, and tainted with shell-like objects (or creatures? ew) that hinted sharpness and "keep away" was written all over them. but just as i was turning, a group of dragon boaters went pass me, like only a few inches away, and the current pushed me towards the wall. i swear, if i hadn't reached my hand out in time, i'd probably be on the first plane tomorrow morning to Korea for a decent plastic surgery now. honestly, a huge dragon boat versus a little, minute canoe, i'm sure any retards would know who would emerge victorious.
while my hand reached out to the wall to prevent my face from meeting it's doom, i had completely forgotten about two things. 1) my palm, like my face, was made of flesh too. & 2) my boat was still moving. so my palm slided across the wall and yes, resulting in a gigantic cut. needless to say, i had difficulty paddling back to the shore.
slice slice. spill spill. joy joy.
lunch wasn't very enjoyable, but the company was, is, and will be for the rest of my life.
10:40 PM
