stuff

school is so dumb lately, im doing nothing in half of my classes, if i wanted to do nothing there are better places to do nothing than at school in a desk, id at least go home and be comfortable while doing nothing.......

damn Van Helsing and its misleading closing credits, actually i really liked it, but im lame so don't assume that me liking a movie has anything to do with it being good, the two are totally unrelated

twisted tangled up in thoughts and talkin to myself, i always think out loud and nohting ever comes out right, life is like that, little thoughts thought by little (girls) who talk to themselves and laugh too loud at ( ) that no one gets, but i think its funny, and i hate people most of all myself, self-loathing is a gift my friends and i tell u i am gifted, im talkin to myself, will you love my anyway, who could love me anyway

lyrics and stuff

i love the counting crows, recently ive been listening to Blackwinged Bird everywhere i go, here are some quotes and stuff i love:

"we couldn't all be cowboys, some of us are clowns, some of us are dancers on the midway, we roll from town to town"-Counting Crows

"she's my angel she's a little better than the one who used to be with me, she liked to scream at me man its a miracle that she's not livin up in a tree"-Counting Crows

"try to hit the big one one last time tonight for... drunken fathers and stupid mothers and boys who can't tell one girl from another, so she takes her pill careful and round, one of these days she gonna throw the whole bottle down, she's tryin to be a good girl and give'em what they want, Margerie's dreamin of horses"-Counting Crows



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my female soulmate is out there tonight, i just want to tell her we're too much alike, being too happy makes us nervous, and we're both scared to death of the people who love us with all of their hearts, love is what matters, the rest is just what happens, maybe someday you'll let him love you, maybe someday i'll let mine love me too, i want to hug everyone so tight that its hard to breathe

stuff in my head

what's beautiful about all of this is i don't have to apologize, and i don't have to be nervous about anything i say here, this whole deal is mostly just me changing the geography of my thoughts from inside my head to out, here goes nothin...

i can't solve anything and i don't know the answer
to the problems everyone is solving faster than i
can, so i just sit here talkin to my...talkin to myself
my mind is full of stuff and i am talkin to myself,
sleepin dreamin eyes wide open, chattin with myself

all the pretty girls think of me as someone they don't
want to be, but i'll just stare, say i don't care, and
cry into myself, im folded up and and segregated,
seperated into parts, the little girl, the dreamer, and
the suicidal bitch, and no i don't fit in cuz i talk to
myself, and o my mamma thinks im krazy cuz i talk to
my head sometimes i talk, talk to myself