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< / > And With One Kiss, We'll Begin April 25, 2005 *~* 1:55 p.m. i know i'll make it love can last forever graceful swans of never topple to the earth- and you I don't know for sure if that's what he says, but that's what I've always heard and so that's what he's singing to me. That's what that song means for me, I guess, which is what I believe music and songs are really supposed to do for one. Let it be what you hear. On that note, the song fits the day rather appropriately. The rain is falling softly but steadily outside and I'd like to go lay in the grass and stare up but that'd mess up my clothes. But it does sound like a nice idea, deep down. I'm still vaguely worried about classes; Gm is registering at the moment and reminds me that I don't necessarily like the ones I'm signed up for. The feeling of doom is oppressing if I think about it too much. I'm terrified at the prospect of a future that involves up to ten years of school after these four and hundreds of thousands of dollars in debt. Scared. I need to call Amanda. I'm a shitty best friend at times, but hopefully she understands that this week is kind of a bitch, as will be the next two. I've got a Bio midterm tomorrow morning and then I need to relearn a semester's worth of Logic and Humanities. And I need to paper conference in Poli Phil and Renn Fayre is this weekend which also worries me. Everyone is rather enthusiastically planning what sort of drugs they're going to take for Renn Fayre and while I understand that that's part of what goes into Renn Fayre, it's not something I am necessarily dying to be a part of. I listened too closely in Health classes and too willingly absorbed the "Drugs are Bad" message that was so drilled into our heads to cast it off this easily now and not be very leery of the prospect of hard drugs. Plus, I simply hate drunk people. They're obnoxious and have lost control of their faculties and tend to just come across as stupid and a bit too enthusiastic and sloppy. They're too far removed from everything that I am on a regular basis for me to be comfortable. I imagine people really fucked up on other substances are similar and am not really pleased at the prospect of being surrounded by them. *sigh* So on and so forth. How 'bout that rain? |