Oh, Chevy Chase. You were such a good looker.
Sunday, October 24, 2010
chev.
Why do people grow old? and lose all those good looks they had. I guess it's the beauty of life, and growing old. You don't always look the same. There will be a time when you are at the prime of your youth, and your beauty, but it may not last very long. I suppose that's why it's great to look on old pictures of yourself, once you're older that is, and just reminisce.
Friday, October 22, 2010
Thursday, October 21, 2010
growing up.
Monday, October 18, 2010
we were merely freshmen.
Dilemma:
I don't know whether what I'm doing is wrong, or if it's right.
Do I need to become more badass, more full of it, more stickyuppy?
If you know what I mean.
I'm lost in everybody elses problems. I don't even know where I stand, where I begin, what I'm meant to be doing. I'm stuck between everyone.
To be honest, sometimes, just sometimes, I wish I lived by myself. And if I wanted to go hang out with people, I would. It would be fine. But no one would get jealous, no one would hassle me, no one would expect too much.
Because now I'm just questioning everything and I'm worried, and my heart pounds, and I feel bad, and I feel like I'm the one who's in the wrong but I'm not. Someone hurt me too. That someone tried to make it better, I know, but the hurt is still there. I'm willing to get over the hurt but some friends of mine aren't. So that someone is suffering for that.
It's the way it is.
In ten years I'm gonna forget about this.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first , I loved you first
Beneath the stars came falling on our heads
But they're just old light
They're just old light
Your hair was long when we first met
Samson came to my bed
Told me that my hair was red
Told me I was beautiful and came into my bed
I cut his hair myself one night
A pair of dull scissors and the yellow light
He told me that I'd done all right
And kissed me until the morning light, the morning light
And he kissed me until the morning light
Samson went back to bed
Not much hair left on his head
Ate a slice of Wonderbread
And went right back to bed
We couldn't break the columns down
No, we couldn't destroy a single one
And the history books forgot about us
And the Bible didn't mention us
Not even once
ingrid michaelson.
don't you worry there, my honey, we may not have any money,
but we're got our love to pay the bills.
maybe i think you're cute and funny, maybe i wanna do what bunnies do with you,
if you know what i mean.
oh, let's get rich and buy our parent's homes in the south of france,
let's get rich and give everybody nice sweaters and teach them how to dance,
let's get rich and build our house on a mountain making everybody look like ants,
way up there,
you and i, you and i.
Friday, October 1, 2010
potter musical.
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