Clap Hands 
factories and smoke
mandag, september 01, 2003
you know what is so annoying is how i can't freaking use this page for anything. like probably what I started it for in the first place...cause i really don't feel comfortable mentioning everything that affects me. which isn't to say that that's a lot. but sometimes i just wanna bitch and cry and i can't do it here. haha and god KNOWS I can't talk to anyone about it. yeah...that and worrying about "Oh god, that's so typical. so stereotypical to say something like that." like people who worry about posting lyrics.
school is so damn annoying.
I don't want to be me.
I have no life.
maybe poetry is the answer. because that's all about ambiguity too. at least it is to me. I can't do shit in this house. I need to shower if i'm going anywhere but I can't bear to leave this place cause of me....
I wish taylor was working today so i could drive out there for a reason cause i need to go to BEst Buy too.
heh...but now I'm playing "Hey Sandy" by Polaris. so now it's all better.
I'm also crazy about "people are strange" by the Doors. last year around this time, I heard it in the car when my dad was taking me to school one day. I mean, it's a song that stays with you, but this was right after Europe and it totally gave me the whole American-in-Paris vibe. whatever THAT vibe is. cause it's not like a gene kelly sort of vibe at all. I hope someone got that. If you did, I'll marry you. but anyway. I told myself to remember the song but I forgot it, and I searched online with the only words I remembered ("stranger") but that didn't work. but Pia somehow reunited us. dunno how.
when you're strange...no one remembers your name.
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