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Tuesday, October 31, 2006 |
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now playing| broken
artist| secondhand serenade
mood| bored
"i can see in your eyes you're ready to break; don't look away"
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it's unusual for me to blog so soon after i've last posted, but i've been driven to this by the fact that i'm having a 6-fuckin'-hour computer lesson, learning Microsoft Words. i wouldn't be surprised if i died prematurely because of this, with no offence to the teacher - but he's boring. he speaks as if we were right in front of his face, soft and light. & i suspect he's tone deaf, & as much as i'd like to pay attention with every fibre of my being, i can't. my short attention span can see to that, i get distracted easily, & it's not all that hard to do so when you're crunching numbers, & typing templates in the middle of the day when we both know we'd rather be doing something else. computers don't bore me much usually, but this is seriously lame.
[HOUR NUMER 2]: status (barely surviving)
i can't wait to get home. & i don't have a choice but to blog, because the school has disabled MSN and rendered all of us all seriously bored out of our brains. i reckon if this continues, we'd be reduced to nothing but a couple of oddly demented kids. HELL some classmates are even playing neopets just to pass time. could it get any worse?
check out this song by 'The Calling', it's pretty good, worth a peek. you might've heard of them, they're probably known well for the song 'Wherever you will go', ring any bells?
you left me with goodbye and open arms
a cut so deep i don't deserve
you were always invincible in my eyes
the only thing against us now is time
i lie down and blind myself with laughter
a quick fix of hope is what i'm needing
& how i wish that i could turn back the years
but i know i just don't have the power
i'd jump at the chance
we'd drink and we'd dance
& i'd listen close to your every word
as if it's your last, well i know it's your last
'coz today you're gone
like sand on my feet
the smell of sweet perfume
you stick to me forever
i wish you didn't go
i wish you didn't go away
to touch you again
with life in your hands
it couldn't be any harder
could it be any harder to say goodbye, without you
could it be any harder to watch you go;
face what's true
if i only had one more day
i apologize for being bored out of my pants but you can't blame me for this post without any absolute meaning, i'm just trying to find a way to entertain myself, any means neccessary, any way i can.
[HOUR NUMBER 3] status (what status?)
even blogging cannot sustain me now, i hate this lesson. hallelujah. i can't wait for training tomorrow. s'long, and goodnight. 4 more hours to go.
2:22 PM
