| life in the past was sad, but easy... life in the present is difficult, but happy ... where does that leave me to go , hard and sad or easy and happy ... i guess what they say is true ... it all comes down to the enxt five years |
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| I'm So Sick...
flyleaf is a good band.
Hows life?
...... Ethan is obssesed with chaos ...
i dont think that that can be healthy at all....
I'm progressing through the 200 million levels of Dorkhood
Level 1: Douglas adams fanatic: read all of the hitchhiker books, and as many others as you can find (i read them all)
Level 1.5: randomly quote passages from the above
Level 2: Terry pratchet Enthusist: activly read the series (its ungoing, ergo un finsihable)
level 3: discover the joys of Rouglike computer games (I.E. computer games which use letters instead of pictures) (coincedentaly the 900th level of dorkhood is actauly compleating nethack rogue or zangband while the 100 thousandth is designing your own)
... the list continues ... im around level ten or eleven at the moment |
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| were falling appart
im having problems.
theres somthing strange afoot at the circle kay
DUDE
BE EXCELENT TO EACH OTHER
And PARTY ON!!!!!!! |
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| hmm...hmm...hmm
contempaltion ...
thats how i roll
gah ive got alot on my mind.
Why is it that we try and figure out other people? why do we want to know what makes them work? i think that maybe, just maybe, deep withen us there is some need to comunicate, to express. first with spoken language and the written and with art and literature music and poetry. We want to make others Feel i dont feel anymore. ... not like i used to . i dont think like i used to . and ... its a waste. i have so much going on up here ... and yet none of it matters. If only i could find somthing constructive ... creative... constructive to put my energy into. But thats life isnt it? a perpetual search for purpose. shifting of improtance. CHANGE i need change . i thrive on change ... but i fear change .
i guse im afraid of losing whats important to me. without change life is secure ... not bland or boring ... jsut secure (unless it is bland or boring , then i beg for change). i guse what scares me is the uncontrolability of it all. |
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| Well I'm just people watching
The other people watching me
And we're all people watching
The other people watching we
We're as lonely as we wanted to be
We're all as lonely as we wanted to be
Just as lonely as we wanted to be
I'm just you, you're just me
But it's only true if we believe
Well there really ain't no use in stopping
What nobody never told me not to do
So I'll keep people watching, watching me now
Finding my way back to you
We're as lonely as we wanted to be
We're all as lonely as we wanted to be
I'm just as lonely as I wanted to be
I'm just you, you're just me
But it's only true if we believe
I see so many feet going so many ways
People passing by, they got nothing to say
All on our own, just watching and confused
Nobody told me what to do
I can't stop breaking all the rules
And I'm just people watching
The other people watching me
We're all people watching
The other people watching we
We're as lonely as we wanted to be
We're not so lonely as we wanted to be
I'm just as lonely as I wanted to be
Not so lonely
Lonely, lonely, lonely
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