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2003 30 September :: 12.00 pm
song of the day
ben kweller - no reason
Let me get lost.
I'll drive you around 'till I run out of gas.
Find me a boss.
There are ripples in my tea cause an
earthquake's coming.
And there's people meeting on Mars.
And people driving in their cars.
And kids are laughing under the stars today.
Let me go hide.
Find a box to put BK inside.
Things are so well.
We're blowing shit up only you could tell.
And there's people meeting on Mars.
And people driving in their cars.
And kids are sleeping under the stars today.
no reason reason
There's no reason reason
There's no reason reason
There's no reason to cry.
I'm going against
Every person that I once walked sith.
Things are happening.
My cat is sleeping and my jade tree's dying.
And there's people meeting on Mars.
And people crashing in their cars.
And kids are kissing under the stars today.
no reason reason
There's no reason reason
There's no reason reason
There's no reason to cry.
no reason reason
There's no reason reason
There's no reason reason
There's no reason...
no reason reason
There's no reason reason
There's no reason reason
There's no reason to cry. (say goodbye)
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2003 29 September :: 12.00 pm
song of the day
bob dylan - tangled up in blue
Early one mornin' the sun was shinin',
I was layin' in bed
Wond'rin' if she'd changed at all
If her hair was still red.
Her folks they said our lives together
Sure was gonna be rough
They never did like Mama's homemade dress
Papa's bankbook wasn't big enough.
And I was standin' on the side of the road
Rain fallin' on my shoes
Heading out for the East Coast
Lord knows I've paid some dues gettin' through,
Tangled up in blue.
She was married when we first met
Soon to be divorced
I helped her out of a jam, I guess,
But I used a little too much force.
We drove that car as far as we could
Abandoned it out West
Split up on a dark sad night
Both agreeing it was best.
She turned around to look at me
As I was walkin' away
I heard her say over my shoulder,
"We'll meet again someday on the avenue,"
Tangled up in blue.
I had a job in the great north woods
Working as a cook for a spell
But I never did like it all that much
And one day the ax just fell.
So I drifted down to New Orleans
Where I happened to be employed
Workin' for a while on a fishin' boat
Right outside of Delacroix.
But all the while I was alone
The past was close behind,
I seen a lot of women
But she never escaped my mind, and I just grew
Tangled up in blue.
She was workin' in a topless place
And I stopped in for a beer,
I just kept lookin' at the side of her face
In the spotlight so clear.
And later on as the crowd thinned out
I's just about to do the same,
She was standing there in back of my chair
Said to me, "Don't I know your name?"
I muttered somethin' underneath my breath,
She studied the lines on my face.
I must admit I felt a little uneasy
When she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe,
Tangled up in blue.
She lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe
"I thought you'd never say hello," she said
"You look like the silent type."
Then she opened up a book of poems
And handed it to me
Written by an Italian poet
From the thirteenth century.
And every one of them words rang true
And glowed like burnin' coal
Pourin' off of every page
Like it was written in my soul from me to you,
Tangled up in blue.
I lived with them on Montague Street
In a basement down the stairs,
There was music in the cafes at night
And revolution in the air.
Then he started into dealing with slaves
And something inside of him died.
She had to sell everything she owned
And froze up inside.
And when finally the bottom fell out
I became withdrawn,
The only thing I knew how to do
Was to keep on keepin' on like a bird that flew,
Tangled up in blue.
So now I'm goin' back again,
I got to get to her somehow.
All the people we used to know
They're an illusion to me now.
Some are mathematicians
Some are carpenter's wives.
Don't know how it all got started,
I don't know what they're doin' with their lives.
But me, I'm still on the road
Headin' for another joint
We always did feel the same,
We just saw it from a different point of view,
Tangled up in blue.
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2003 28 September :: 12.00 pm
song of the day
alanis morissette - you learn
I recommend getting your heart trampled on to anyone, yeah
I recommend walking around naked in your living room, yeah
Swallow it down ( what a jagged little pill )
It feels so good ( swimming in your stomach )
Wait until the dust settles
You live you learn
You love you learn
You cry you learn
You lose you learn
You bleed you learn
You scream you learn
I recommend biting off more than you can chew to anyone
I certainly do
I recommend sticking your foot in your mouth at any time
Feel free
Throw it down ( the caution blocks you from the wind )
Hold it up ( to the rays )
You wait and see when the smoke clear
You live you learn
You love you learn
You cry you learn
You lose you learn
You bleed you learn
You scream you learn
Wear it out ( the way a three-year-old would do )
Melt it down ( you're gonna have to eventually anyway )
The fire trucks are coming up around the bend
You live you learn
You love you learn
You cry you learn
You lose you learn
You bleed you learn
You scream you learn
You grieve you learn
You choke you learn
You laugh you learn
You choose you learn
You pray you learn
You ask you learn
You live you learn
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2003 29 September :: 10.04 pm
:: Mood: chipper
:: Music: kelly osbourne, new pornographers, sahara hotnights, white stripes
monday's usually suck. but today was ok. i had a class, hung out with tamara the rest of the day and am now just chillin. i got a cute blazer too. and more records. and a cd. neato. only crappy thing was my mom being a %#*&. but what else is new!
csi: miami just came on. it's so needed. ta!
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2003 26 September :: 3.57 pm
:: Mood: blah
yea so i've been slacking on updates. who cares!
the song for today is: misty mountain hop by led zeppelin
Walkin' in the park just the other day, Baby,
What do you, what do you think I saw?
Crowds of people sittin' on the grass with flowers in their hair said,
"Hey, Boy, do you wanna score?"
And you know how it is;
I really don't know what time it was, woh, oh,
So I asked them if I could stay awhile.
I didn't notice but it had got very dark and I was really,
Really out of my mind.
Just then a policeman stepped up to me and asked us said,
"Please, hey, would we care to all get in line,
Get in line."
Well you know, They asked us to stay for tea and have some fun,
Oh, oh, he said that his friends would all drop by, ooh.
Why don't you take a good look at yourself and describe what you see,
And Baby, Baby, Baby, do you like it?
There you sit, sitting spare like a book on a shelf rustin'
Ah, not trying to fight it.
You really don't care if they're coming, oh, oh,
I know that it's all a state of mind, ooh.
If you go down in the streets today, Baby, you better,
You better open your eyes.
Folk down there really don't care, really don't care, don't care, really don't
Which, which way the pressure lies,
So I've decided what I'm gonna do now.
So I'm packing my bags for the Misty Mountains
Where the spirits go now,
Over the hills where the spirits fly, ooh.
I really don't know.
oh yea, no reason i picked that song either. besides that i just like it and listened to it today.
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2003 24 September :: 10.48 pm
:: Mood: hmm.... angry, annoyed, pissed, etc.
david bowie - changes
there is no song today! unless it's "your parents suck"
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2003 23 September :: 8.14 am
:: Mood: i just woke up, there's no time for moods
song of the day
i dunno why i chose this song.... besides the fact that it was stuck in my head when i woke up. either it's a sign or i'm too lazy to think of another one at this moment. it's both really....
hot hot heat - aveda
I got my head shaved for her
because she told me it would do all the right things for my identity.
I never knew that it would;
I never knew that it could;
I think perhaps because it makes no difference.
Hold me down Aveda!
Hold me down... it feels so right.
All I know is what I've been told.
I got all done up for her
because she told me it would do something to correct my identity.
I never knew that I should;
I never knew that I would;
I think perhaps because it makes no difference.
I can't articulate it; consistently frustrated;
her discontent over my identity.
I never knew that itwould;
I never knew that it could;
I never knew because it makes no difference.
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2003 22 September :: 6.31 pm
:: Mood: aggravated
:: Music: the sound of tamara doing h/w
quizzes
My inner child is ten years old!
The adult world is pretty irrelevant to me. Whether
I'm off on my bicycle (or pony) exploring, lost
in a good book, or giggling with my best
friend, I live in a world apart, one full of
adventure and wonder and other stuff adults
don't understand.
How Old is Your Inner Child?
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Cinderella!
What movie Do you Belong in?(many different outcomes!)
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You are Neo, from "The Matrix." You
display a perfect fusion of heroism and
compassion.
What Matrix Persona Are You?
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2003 22 September :: 4.16 pm
:: Mood: cheerful
:: Music: felicity theme song (later years)
song of the day
ok well, i think today's song will be "declarations of faith" by zwan.
this man you love, this boy you hate
the hills are his in all embrace
enchanted and not soon lost
this man you call with lover's draw
so coarse in kind it can't be sought
for leaving is what i do
i declare myself
declare myself of faith
i declare myself
declare myself of faith
ever wonder why they kill the weak ones, baby
there's no one here to care
someone always thought a good reason, baby
just why we're really here
affirm my power to spend my dollars, to get us home, yeah
i've got no money, got no secrets
maybe we were born to kiss another
maybe we were born to run forever
or maybe we were born to come together, or whatever
kiss me alone
this boy you chance, this man you'll find
will dry the tears behind your eyes
so stop laughing and play the muse
this heartache rots that which spills
from my heart into your will
so give in to the rivers wind
i declare myself
declare myself of faith
i declare myself
declare myself of faith
every wonder why they kill the weak ones, baby
so they can to testify
for every single ghost on that freeway, baby
has got to give a mild holler to spend my dollars
we've got to get away
i've got no money, got no secrets
maybe we were born to love each other
maybe we were born to run forever
or maybe we were born to come together, or whatever
kiss me alone
kiss me alone
kiss me alone
kiss me alone
maybe we were born to love
maybe we were born to love
maybe we were born to love
maybe we were born to love each other
kiss me alone
kiss me alone
kiss me alone
kiss me alone
maybe we were born to love
maybe we were born to love
maybe we were born to love each other
kiss me alone
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oh yea, just as suspected, someone asked about why i had certain songs up (maybe cause they're a giant DORK). but sometimes i just don't have a reason... or it's personal, or it's symbolic of something going on in my brain/life/etc. at the moment. either way, just enjoy the dang song ;o)
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2003 22 September :: 2.01 am
:: Mood: hopeful
:: Music: zwan and ben kweller
i don't really have anything to write in here. but i feel like i haven't been actually doing anything but my songs of the day in here.
i wanna call laura but i'm too chicken.
i got two new nailpolishes today. simple things make me happy.
my mom bought a car..... if you know me, and our relationship, you know what's up. grr.
oh yea, i can talk about thursday night. the l.a. county museum of art did this free overnight deal. my hist. of photo teacher had told me that day about it actually. it was ubercrowded. we waited a long time. oh yea, i went with sarah. but it was really worth it i think. i got to see the french masters exhibit from russia and the modigliani stuff. i've been wanting to do that all summer. so why not go when it's free!
one thing about that night, i burned my tongue on my tea. i HATE burning my tongue. it's like a papercut, or stubbing your toe. so little but sooo annoying and not cool.
ta!
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