i actually kinda have that now. not talking to her, well...i actually kind of like that. mean as it is. but there's this feeling of "blah!!!" because of the prospects of having to talk to her again.
i wonder will i go to hell if i fell out on my parents. but if there's redemption in that act, it's the fact that if i keep on good terms with them, i'm going to have to end up breaking their hearts even more. hey, i'm being
nice. kinda. i do feel a little bad.
But anyway. it's pretty cool being left alone. I like it. A lot.
There're some stuff, that i'll just mention briefly. like how today is technically my last day of school since all my classes are cancelled for tomorrow, the last day of school. i skipped choir today cause i just didn't feel like going. i've got no new homework, which is good. what we've got's plenty already. i watched new moon yesterday and it was good. i like the soundtrack. i'm going to do some of my assignments this weekend. yeah.
and i'm listening to "Saturday" by Kids in Glass Houses right at this moment, as i type this. fuck, i'm posting the video. and the lyrics right below it.
and jack barakat just said he was happy on his twitter. what. tweetdeck's efficient. don't look at me like that.
I wish I could sleep
But I'm tied down dirty in these borrowed sheets
It's been a week
And I've been singing to my feet, yeah
But I won't admit defeat till saturday, saturday, saturday
For your information I love my demons
Because they keep me company
I've learned to love my new routine,
But on my better days, better days, better days
Consider yourself one of my best friends,
Consider yourself one of my enemies
I wish I could speak
But I spent the last half hour in the back room
Celebrating me
And now I feel a little cheap, yeah
But I won't admit defeat till saturday, saturday, saturday
It's not one of my better days, better days, better days
Consider yourself one of my best friends
Consider yourself one of my enemies
Show a little skin and make a million
Bare a little soul you'll make a million more
When I grow up
Wanna be famous
When you grow up
Will you still blame us?
I wish I could sleep
I've been tied down dirty in these borrowed sheets,
It's been a bitch of a week, yeah
Saturday, saturday, saturday
Consider yourself one of my best friends
Consider yourself one of my enemies
Show a little skin and make a million
Bare a little soul you'll make a million more
Nice. Idk for sure what the band meant for this song to mean, but based on my own interpretation, it actually kinda fits me.
AND it's called Saturday. Rad.