Monday, July 11, 2005

Am I so insignificant?

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Waiting…

I feel like this song a lot now. Hehe, sometimes I forget about the world, but other times I can’t. Odds are… you’ve probably heard it. It’s not new or anything.

Incubus – Pardon Me

Pardon me while I burst...
Pardon me while I burst….

A decade ago, I never thought I would be
At twenty three, on the verge of spontaneous combustion. Woe-is-me.
But I guess that it comes with the territory;
An ominous landscape of never ending calamity.
I need you to hear, I need you to see
That I have had all I can take and exploding seems like a definite possibility
To me.

So pardon me while I burst into flames.
I've had enough of the world, and its peoples’ mindless games.
So pardon me while I burn and rise above the flame.
Pardon me, pardon me...I’ll never be the same.

Not two days ago, I was having a look
In a book and I saw a picture of a guy fried up above his knee.
I said, "I can relate," ‘cause lately I've been
Thinking of combustication as a welcomed vacation from
The burdens of the planet earth.
Like gravity, hypocrisy, and the perils of being in 3-D...
But thinking so much differently.

Pardon me while I burst into flames.
I've had enough of the world and its peoples’ mindless games.
So pardon me while I burn and rise above the flame.
Pardon me, pardon me...I’ll never be the same.
Never be the same.

Pardon me while I burst into flames.
Pardon me, pardon me, pardon me.

So pardon me while I burst into flames.
I've had enough of the world and its peoples’ mindless games.
So pardon me while I burn and rise above the flame.
Pardon me, pardon me... I’ll never be the same.
Pardon me, I’ll never be the same, yeah...

What to talk about… ummm, I’ll make it really short so I don’t bore you people…
I got to try to play a guitar… that was interesting… aaand… not really anything else noticeable to you people… lemme sit on that for a second….

Oh, well, I got something! I technically made Nick wake up at 6 am jus’ to talk to me… you see, I really didn’t make him, ‘cause I think he should’ve slept more, so it would be more correct to say he made me get up to talk to him…but it all worked out anyway… about four hours of talking… bwahaha…?

Remember… sometimes you can teach an old dog new tricks.

Someday, I hope to be able to prove this.


P.S. Sorry if I don't post every day, I need material to post and I gain that over time... I don't wanna put bad material in it!!
P.P.S. Mmm, P.P.S... y'know what that stands for, right? Post Post Script... so... it's after the after note, yey for olde english.
P.P.P.S. what I was gonna put in the P.P.S. before I started acting like a moron... meow

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... how should I know?



“Never pretend to love which you do not actually feel, for love is not ours to command.” - - Alan Watts

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