Joshin Jane

Passionfruit
2001-10-14 05:13:48 (UTC)

bats in my belfry

It doesn't feel like a late night.
In fact, today hasn't felt like a Saturday at all.
My practice was cancelled and I was determined to get into Princeton.
I know I quit smoking, but things just keep happening.
Stressful things.
I needed a smoke.
I had a knee-trembling run-in with a cop (the popo, jamie says) and
drank hot coffee and took three trips to Fedora's.
I got kicked in the shins.
I acquired a cowboy hat and two friends with spiky green hair.
I'm listening to punk and it's 1 am and I should be sleeping
because that's something I never do, but it's one of those
nights that my contacts are blurring and I just keep
squinting in vain attempts to clear them up.
My bruises hurt.
I played lacrosse with katie behind Kirby on Friday after practice.
I took some hits.
It felt so good, I almost showered.
I'm listening to music, but it's getting repetative and my ears are
becoming incapable of distinguishing between different
chords and tonal patterns.
I sang earlier tonight, I think, when sam came over to the house and
played the piano and we sang in keys that were never right.
It was all mainstream, Incubus and Train and some Sophie B. Hawkins
thrown in, and then they went to see the Tripping Billies.
I missed my discman.
I missed my emo music.
I got cold, and I found a place to snuggle on the couch, and we
watched three movies between 5 and 11.
Eliza came home for the weekend and Holls and Jen brought her by the
house.
We played pingpong and earlier, I told Sheldrick about my french fry
joint dream.
He was amused.
He sang the mainstream songs that Sam played and made them sound
wonderful.
He always can.

Julie wanted to double session this year but CTY fucked her over.
CTY can fuck themselves for all we care.
Kind of like what's going on with chem.
I'm getting raped.
Basically, last winter, Doc said "hey, turn around and bend over, and
I'll make certain to provide you with no basic knowledge of
chemistry to ensure that you fail AP"

Dispatch:
Old man river
said you can just go your own way
if you just leave him alone
It doesn't matter
Do not deliver all your things today
we are going home
Mama, we're now so hungry
Mama, we're now so hungry
Mama, we're now so hungry
Mama, we're now so...hungry
I've got bats in the belfry
I'm in the kitchen boiling society
I'm in the open catching all the leaves
We all see what we want
{Repeat whole thing}
I have a crazy idiosyncracy
Its affinity to serendipity
And this eternal epiphany
No hypocracy or duplicity
Mama, wer'e now so hungry
Mama, we're now so hungry
Mama, we're now so hungry
We're so...hungry
I've got bats in the belfry
I'm in the kitchen boiling society
I'm in the open catching all the leaves
We all do what we want

Goodnight moon, goodnight stars. goodnight dispatch.