Adam (aodh) wrote,
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un ange qui n'a pas des ailes

the litebrite's now black and white
cause you took apart a picture that wasn't right
pitch burning on a shining sheet
the only maker that you'd want to meet
the dying man in a living room
whose shadow paces the floor
who'll take you out in the open door

this is not my life
it's just a fond farewell to a friend
it's not what i'm like
it's just a fond farewell to a friend
who couldn't get things right
fond farewell to a friend

he said really i just wanna dance
good and evil matched perfect it's a great romance
i can deal with some psychic pain
if it'll slow down my higher brain
veins full of disappearing ink
vomiting in the kitchen sin
disconnecting from the missing link

this is not my life
it's just a fond farewell to a friend
it's not what i'm like
it's just a fond farewell to a friend
who couldn't get things right
fond farewell to a friend

i see you're leaving me and taking up with the enemy
the cold comfort of the in between
a little less than a human being
a little less than a happy high
a little less than a suicide
the only things that you really tried

this is not my life
it's just a fond farewell to a friend
it's not what i'm like
it's just a fond farewell to a friend
who couldn't get things right
fond farewell to a friend
this is not my life
it's just a fond farewell to a friend
Elliott Smith - Fond Farewell

I've only played that song about a million times in the last 24 hours. Only.

I had trouble sleeping last night. I was reading a random book for a few hours, fell asleep at maybe 10pm, and woke up at 3:30am. After turning all the lights off/brushing my teeth/changing into my pajamas, I got back to bed. Well, technically I fell asleep again at about five. And I woke up a number of times between then and nine, when I got out of bed for good.

I don't think I've ever mentioned anything about my pajamas, have I? Well, I used to sleep in sweatpants cut into shorts and a t-shirt... but a few weeks ago I decided that I didn't like my shorts. So I tried sleeping in my boxers, but that didn't work, since it feels strange to walk around with my underwear showing. So I dug through my brain and came up with the perfect solution: my old swim trunks! They're baggy, they're comfortable, and it's not like I'll ever wear them again (since I have no plans on swimming any time soon). It's a brilliant idea. I am a genius.

In GDA, our homework for the weekend was to take a political ideology survey and to give it to our parents, just as a comparison. If any of you have ever wondered where I got my nutty ideas, well, they come from my parents. Except for one or two minor things (which I turned into a huge arguement, since I like debating over this sort of thing), my opinions are identical to my parents'. It's almost frightening, in a vaguely disturbing sort of way.

Beyond that, I've already done my French homework, which was just a worksheet on avoir/être idioms, and part of the English crap (the Maslow diagram). I still have to do the study guide for chapter three in Bio, and type up the discussion questions for English, which is stupid, because I hate that class and ahd34naf4jk7ah19. I really, really want to graduate. Now. And go to college.

(Oh. And I got GDA extra credit and the rest of you twats didn't. SUCKA.)
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