Monday, October 18, 2004

Hello Everyone!

How are ya'll? I'm pretty good. I was talking to Ginny in study hall today, and she showed me a very funny list. Since it was very long, I shortened it to my favorite five. Here it goes: KRISSY'S TOP 5 THINGS TO DO IN AN ELEVATOR 5. Grimace painfully while smaking your forehead and mutter, "Shut up, dammit. All of you just SHUT UP!" 4. Announce in a demonic voice, "I must find a more suitable host body." 3. If anyone brushes against you, recoil and holler, "BAD TOUCH!" 2. When at least 8 people have boarded, moan from the back, "Oh, not now. Damn motion sickness." 1. Stand silent and motionless in the corner, facing the wall, without getting off. A little scary, but not the point. I'll have to try these out sometime. Well, I'll leave you now listening (or reading) to Modest Mouse "The World At Large" Ice age heat wave can't complain. If the world's at large, why should I remain? Walked away to another plan. Gonna find another place, maybe one I can stand. I move on to another day, to a whole new town with a whole new way. Went to the porch to have a thought, got to the door and again, I couldn't stop. You don't know where adn you don't know when. But you still got your words and you got your friends. Walk along to another day. Work a little harder work another way. Well uh-uh baby I ain't got no plan We'll float on maybe would you understand? Gonna float on maybe would you understand? Well float on maybe would you understand? The days get shorter and the nights get cold. I like the autumn, but this place is getting cold. I pack up my belongings and I head to the coast. It might bnot be a lot, but I feel like I'm making the most. The days get longer adn the nights smell green. I guess it's not surprising but it's spring and I should leave. I like songs about drifters- books about the same. They both seem to make me feel a little less insane. Walked off to another spot, still haven't gotten anywhere that I want. Did I want love? Did I need to know? Why does it always feel like I'm caught in an undertow? The moths beat themselves to death against the lights. Adding their breeze to the summer nights. Outside, water like air was great.I don't know what I had that day. Walk a little farther to another plan. You said that you didn't but you didn't understand. I know that starting over not's what life's about, but my thoughts were so loud I couldn't hear my mouth. My thoughts were so loud I couldn't hear my mouth. My thoughts were so loud...

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