gah… I hate 8 a.m. classes… they are so….. annoying 🙂 I
just hate waking up to the sound of my alarm clock, I guess. I
wanted to hurt someone when I woke up today. Real bad.
At any rate, now that I am awake I have decided to remain that way and
spend a little bit of time updating this and writing e-mails and such,
rather then going back to my room to sleep…. which now that I
am writing about it sounds like a better option… 😛
My finger had been being dumb ever since like… Friday night..
or saturday morning… or something… it is weird. I didn’t do
anything to it, but it hurts to bend it, and it’ll like… kinda
jump when i bend and straighten it… and like i can feel the tendon or
whatever get tight or something i guess…. it annoying.
especially since it has no reason to be that way. But I figure,
it injured itself, it can heal itself… so.. yeah.
“I was thinking it’s a sign that the freckles
in our eyes are mirror images and when
we kiss they’re perfectly aligned
and I have to speculate that god himself
did make us into corresponding shapes like
puzzle pieces from the clay
and true, it may seem like a stretch, but
its thoughts like this that catch my troubled
head when you’re away when I am missing
you to death
when you are out there on the road for
several weeks of shows and when you scan
the radio, I hope this song will guide you
home
they will see us waving from such great
heights, “come down now,” they’ll say
but everything looks perfect from far away,
“come down now,” but we’ll stay…
I tried my best to leave this all on your
machine but the persistant beat it sounded
thin upon listening
and that frankly will not fly. you will hear
the shrillest highs and lowest lows with
the windows down when this is guiding
you home”
-“Such Great Heights,” by The Postal Service