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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