Meet me in outer space;
We could spend the night, watch the earth come up.
I've grown tired of that place, won't you come with me?
We could start again.

How do you do it?
Make me feel like I do.
How do you do it?
It's better than I ever knew.

Meet me in outer space;
I will hold you close if you're afraid of heights.
I need you to see this place,
it might be the only way that I can show you how it feels
To be inside of you.

How do you do it?
Make me feel like I do.
How do you do it?
It's better than I ever knew.

You are stellar.



This is the song that was playing the first time you kissed me.


We could start again.

Where it's at: Santa Cruz, CA
Feeling: tired
Musica: Stellar by Incubus

Try to see it my way,
Do I have to keep on talking till I can't go on?
While you see it your way,
Run the risk of knowing that our love may soon be gone.



We can work it out,
We can work it out.



Think of what you're saying.
You can get it wrong and still you think that it's all right.
Think of what I'm saying,
We can work it out and get it straight, or say good night.


We can work it out,
We can work it out.


Life is very short, and there's no time
For fussing and fighting, my friend.
I have always thought that it's a crime,
So I will ask you once again.


Try to see it my way,
Only time will tell if I am right or I am wrong.
While you see it your way
There's a chance that we might fall apart before too long.


We can work it out,
We can work it out.


Life is very short, and there's no time
For fussing and fighting, my friend.
I have always thought that it's a crime,
So I will ask you once again:


Try to see it my way,
Only time will tell if I am right or I am wrong.
While you see it your way
There's a chance that we might fall apart before too long.

We can work it out,
  Can we work it out?

Feeling: Lost
Musica: We Can Work It Out by The Beatles

Is so fucking pissed that they banned cloves.

She came in through the bathroom window
Protected by a silver spoon
But now she sucks her thumb and wonders
By the banks of her own lagoon

Didn't anybody tell her?
Didn't anybody see?
Sunday's on the phone to Monday,
Tuesday's on the phone to me

She said she'd always been a dancer
She worked at 15 clubs a day
And though she thought I knew the answer
Well I knew but I could not say.

And so I quit the police department
And got myself a steady job
And though she tried her best to help me
She could steal but she could not rob.

Didn't anybody tell her?



Oh, the ragman draws circles
Up and down the block
I'd ask him what the matter was
But I know that he don't talk
And the ladies treat me kindly
And furnish me with tape
But deep inside my heart
I know I can't escape
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.


Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial
Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues
You can tell by the way she smiles....


Better than anything I can say. Than I know how to say.

Musica: This gun's for hire, even if we're just dancing in the dark...

I spent lunch today speaking with my friend from St. Petersburg about the Cold War.



I feel like this is somehow an accomplishment.

Heh.

What is wrong with me?

I am so ready to go home for Summer. Too bad there are still 4 more weeks left.









...

My head hurts and I missed class today.



Lame.

I had a pretty nice birthday, low-key, and I had classes but nice.

My housemates surprised me on sunday at midnight with a cake they'd composed and drawn an octopus on, as well as balloons (although not nearly as many balloons as last year, thank god). I guess the only bummer was that all of my long-time friends (with the exception of Karl, Steven, Denise, Jasmine and Annemarie) completely forgot. Even Makenzie. *Shrug*

I could expand on this, and what/how it makes me think, but I don't want to go into it, and it just is, anyways.


Oh, well.


I did get the most awesome sweatshirt with a squid on it, and Karl bought me Bose over-the-ear headphones (which are AMAZING), among some other things, so neat-o there. Heh.

Feeling: blah
Musica: Brain Damage by Pink Floyd

Still awake.... of course....




Intense outline complete, but still a four page paper to write.

Asshole.

Musica: Another Brick in the Wall, Pt. 3

Get a phone(!)






In other news, I like all of my classes so far.

Where it's at: Santa Cruz
Musica: Headache

...are walking on thin, thin ice... and I'm wondering if it's even worth it anymore, or means anything anymore.

Where it's at: Santa Cruz
Feeling: melancholy
Musica: Bon Jovi "Dead or Alive"

Fuck my life.


Damn sleep needs and... *le sigh*

Oh well, accept and move on. It's not my best work, but it got turned in an hour after the deadline, so take what you can get, and swallow that bad grade you know is coming.





It'll be fine. The other essay is good. And the test will go fine, this is just a minor setback.

Where it's at: Santa Cruz
Feeling: disappointed
Musica: Peace of Mind by Boston