we are the brand new beatniks. we are the down and outers.
we are the bleeding hearts, beating syncopated, broken rhythm.
our speed is often break neck. we need to slow it down.
tired of being sleepless. tired of being broken.
the back cover of my Glen Phillips CD wrote:Although popular interpretation of copyright law is currently in a state of flux, it is still technically illegal to make unauthorized copies of recorded material, this album included, 'n stuff.
You know how there are about 10 friends you talk to and hang out with a lot, and then a bunch of others that are more occasional.
I talked to a ton of those people today, and I'm hanging out with them this weekend, and it makes me happy. And I'm going to a concert Satuday, to complete the weekend of insanity
One of my friends is going to come visit me at work tomorrow, and he said he'll bring me some no-doz since that will be the point in the day where my supercaffine beverage is starting to wear off
~anna
[shadow=darkred]Take a chance on that which seems to be the making of a dream.[/shadow]
superrgirll wrote:heh, i gotta apoligize to some guy at the party for shooting him 3 times with a paintball gun while he was like 1 foot from me. owwie.
My store went to play paintball aganist another sport mart. Anywho, i was hiding inside some little house thing, and a guy from the other team ran into my house and i freaked out and shoot him 3 times within a 1 foot range.
If you've never gone to play paintball, it hurts like hell. You get bruises for at least a week. I had the biggest bump on my head last time i went. And that's shooting from a long distance. Imagine 1 foot range. I feel bad
heh, the first time i played, i shot my stores shipper/reciever guy in the inner upper thigh. He said i almost ended his sex life. the pathetic thing is, was that he was on my team.
one of my good friends is a paint ball addict. he said he's going to take me out on the field sometime, because apparently he thinks i have the instincts.
we are the brand new beatniks. we are the down and outers.
we are the bleeding hearts, beating syncopated, broken rhythm.
our speed is often break neck. we need to slow it down.
tired of being sleepless. tired of being broken.
we are the brand new beatniks. we are the down and outers.
we are the bleeding hearts, beating syncopated, broken rhythm.
our speed is often break neck. we need to slow it down.
tired of being sleepless. tired of being broken.
I was invited to go to a basketball game and to the movies. Where am I ? Here, sitting on my ass. Being an introvert has it's cons.
This week was a depressing one. I almost started bawling in study hall for no reason. And nobody cares, because I'm just known as the cunning one with all my shit together. But I've come undone.
[glow=red]WHOOPA![/glow]
I was then to be part of the mystery,
to love and be loved. Let's just hope that is enough.