smilennod55

a rop through my mind....
2002-03-04 06:47:06 (UTC)

stuff...titles are pointless....

yeah.....

well i finally will have a computer in my room....(i got
one on loan) which will be a good thing, i can actually do
work in my room that way....


what else...well, had an interesting weekend....i havent'
been in my dorm room since friday at 4pm....it's a good
thing, i needed to get off campus (it's now 1:30am on
monday morning)....so, i lived at the house (as per
usual...), grads were up, spent the weekend partying :)
got dragged to a steak house friday night for dinner, they
had nothing on the menu (minus the onion ring type things)
with out meat, so i ordered something minus the meat (the
waitress asked if i wanted chicken instead..kinda dumb...)
anyway....it was fun, got trashed.....showed up to a party
trashed for the first time...

i broke earlier today......just compleatly
crashed....started crying for no reason that i can think
of...feeling better now though.................


i think that's all there is to say now, so how abut some
Ana Ng for you :) (for the uninformed, that is a TMBG song)

Make a hole with a gun perpendicular
To the name of this town in a desk-top globe
Exit wound in a foreign nation
Showing the home of the one this was written for
My apartment looks upside down from there
Water spirals the wrong way out the sink
And her voice is a backwards record
It's like a whirlpool and it never ends

Ana Ng and I are getting old
And we still haven't walked in the glow of each other's
majestic presence
Listen Ana hear my words
They're the ones you would think I would say if there was a
me for you

All alone at the '64 World's Fair
Eighty dolls yelling "Small girl after all"
Who was at the Dupont Pavilion?
Why was the bench still warm? Who had been there?
Or the time when the storm tangled up the wire
To the horn on the pole at the bus depot
And in the back of the edge of hearing
These are the words the voice was repeating:

Ana Ng and I are getting old
And we still haven't walked in the glow of each other's
majestic presence
Listen Ana hear my words
They're the ones you would think I would say if there was a
me for you

When I was driving once I saw this painted on a bridge:
"I don't want the world, I just want your half"

They don't need me here, and I know you're there (don't
need me)
Where the world goes by like the humid air (world goes by)
And it sticks like a broken record
Everything sticks like a broken record
Everything sticks until it goes away (it goes home)
And the truth is, we don't know anything (don't know)

Ana Ng and I are getting old
And we still haven't walked in the glow of each other's
majestic presence
Listen Ana hear my words
They're the ones you would think I would say if there was a
me for you

Ana Ng and I are getting old
And we still haven't walked in the glow of each other's
majestic presence
Listen Ana hear my words
They're the ones you would think I would say if there was a
me for you

Ana Ng and I are getting old
And we still haven't walked in the glow of each other's
majestic presence
Listen Ana hear my words
They're the ones you would think I would say if there was a
me for you

it's a good song....suiting my mood aproperatly at this
moment.....half not caring, half caring, half upset, half
just normal (though that's 2 of me....so much for my math
skills......)

LJ


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