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| Xanga is pretty much dead, so this'll be my last post.
The New Black
Baby, you got me all wrong. And Maybe, I'm not at all down and out. I'm high and I'm in, don't you know who I am? I'm the jaded on with pop insensitivity. And when I finish struggling, we can make our way to the dance floor and stand like strangers in an elevator stuck between stories. I always find myself in the middle of your stories. With the camera as a witness, I will suffer. If everything I do is wrong, by God I do it right. We don't dance; we got class. We don't have any fun at all; it's a new style and we know it. We're not stunning, we're just stunned and we're lying for a living. Don't you know who I am? I'm the real thing with low key sensibilities. I don't need what I've got; half as much as anyone covets it. If loving me is wrong, then godamn you do it right. It turns us on to turn you down.
Seeya.
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It's August already? Damnit.
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| And so here we are, caught in a vicious cycle of bland and "the usuals". What is the usual anymore? Everything is the same, and it stays the same around here. We grow as people, but do our situations really change in times like these? I came to the gruesome realization that I am just as lonely and mopey as I was my freshman year of highschool. And here we all are; seniors about to walk into our last year of adolescence. This is it, folks. The year that we all dreamed of in our younger years is almost upon us. Oddly enough, it doesn't seem that appetizing anymore, does it? We all want to go BACK in time now. We all want to go back where we didn't care about anything. The world was just one big game and it was always our playtime. But there comes a time where we all get cars, jobs, girlfriends and numerous other distractions from "fun". I come home after attempting to reclaim those "fun" times completely discouraged and morbidly depressed. Everything is bland because we did it all when we were kids. When did things change? When was the exact second we transformed from snot nosed little kids into adults? It's mind boggling, to say the least. When we're young, we want to get the hell outta here and be adults in the adult world. But when we're about to get to that point, we realize that we don't want to grow up yet. We just want to go back to riding your bike everywhere. Everything came too quickly, and now everything is bland. In northwest Ohio, we have seen it all. We've been around the block thousands of times, running each new activity we find into the ground within seconds. Nothing is here to entice us, because we've done it all. All we can do is wait until we are out in the adult world for the new horizons, but even then we'll be too busy with everything else to bother with searching anymore.
It never ends.
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New band project is coming along nicely. Stay tuned.
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