I remember when
We used to laugh
About nothing at all
It was better than going mad
From trying to solve all the problems we're going through
Forget 'em all
Cause on those nights we would stand and never fall
Together we faced it all
Remember when we'd
[Chorus:]
Stay up late and we'd talk all night
In a dark room lit by the tv light
Through all the hard times in my life
Those nights kept me alive
We'd listen to the radio play all night
Didn't want to go home to another fight
Through all the hard times in my life
Those nights kept me alive
I remember when
We used to drive
Anywhere but her
As long as we'd forget our lives
We were so young and confused that we didn't know
To laugh or cry
Those nights were ours
They will live and never die
Together we'd stand forever
Remember when we'd
[Bridge:]
Those nights belong to us
There's nothing wrong with us
I remember when
We used to laugh
And now I wish those nights would last
CMS does suck ass. i mean theres nothing really to do except that stupid plato shit that i wont have to do for a while since im ahead of everyone again. And then theres nothing but listen to our ipod, blog, and plot murders. I have one mapped out already (dont worry im not gonna murder anyone) lol. And now im trying to plot the worst thing ever for beth. See she is starting to annoy the shit out of me. She thinks that Everyone is a slut like her and says one minute "i love my boyfriend i wouldnt do anything to hurt him" and then the next minute, shes all over someone and calling the ROCTy guys "her boys." I told her i dont know how many times she does not own them!!! like Tony went to get a snack and Beths like did i say you could? i was like okay seriously you do not own them. Quit it! and then shes all over Cunningham and Evans and TOny and saying "oh i love tim" bullshit whore. then i called her a whore twice yesterday and not good. And shes very loud and annoying. Like for some reason she likes to talk in different accents. Like if everythings okay she talks very proper. then when shes pissed, she speaks in a british accent. and apparently when shes telling trucker tales and about adventures when she rode with her dad in his truck she talks in such a SOuthern godawful hick accent it makes Paula Deen seem like a damn Yankee. And then she makes this really weird strange sounds so loud the whole bus shuts up. Seriously? is that neccessary? So i was complaining today to HElen James and Rhiannon about how she was starting to get on my nerves and we came to the conclusion that i cant kick her ass and james made a very cryptic remark, "thats why you need a boyfriend." sorry buddy i can take care of myself thanks though. whatever though, and my arm has been killing me for the past ever. We played a really violent game in pt monday and i told everyone that if your gonna injure me leave a mark. Do they listen? no. so for the past few days i've been complain and bitchin over the fact that i have four (from what i can tell) bruises on the bone of my upper arm and it hurts and i just look like a reject comliaing about a nonexistant bruise. But it hurts. like i cant move it without it hurting. it sucks. and lets see what else.... oh so me and Sarah and Brandon snuck into the theatre earlier. Bryan was in there playing piano and we wanted to hear him so we went to the stage door and got inside and shut the door. We were just at the edge of the curtain when all the lights snapped on all of a sudden and we freaked and ran out. It turned out that Mr. Ellington heard Bryan playing, decided to see what was going on and Bryan got in trouble. it was great though. Pretty fun. ANd then what else...oh i think ima convicne mom to let me drive again. oh and speaking of driving, you havent heard the whole designated driver theory. so i was supposed to be Nikki's (my older sister) designated driver for her 21st birthday. Someone was going to watch Nikki's son Mason, whos two, and then i was gonna drive Nikki and Mom to COtton Eyed joes and wait outside while they got trashed. But then Nikki realized i would only have my permit then, so i pointed out that someone would supervise (mom and nikki would be there right?) and then she lovingly called me a 'tard and reminded me that the law doesnt count if the supervisor is "drunk off their ass" and So after convinceing her we wouldnt be pulled over because i have "excellent" driving skills, not even 24 hours later she calls and says she pregnant so there is no major bash where shes getting trashed and im the designated driver. Bummer. But that means that for her 22nd birthdday i'll have my license!!! yay!!! sooo i wont have to illegally drive. whoot whoot! ugh, my arm hurts. I just hit it on the desk. Verdammen Sie es zu Hölle (ooh, havent seen that in awhile!)My arm hurts!!! oh and i have a visible bruise on my forearm too. its like a purpleish color. I'm not sure if thats good or not but i know i rebruised it because it was healing and now its all purple again.
So
i'm gonna get off.
heres another song for you.
"Holiday" by Boys LIke Girls.
Makes me wanna go to Japan....
~kayy
When I was younger I used to be wild
As wild as an elephant's child
No one could hold me down
No one could keep me around
Now it's your turn, take a shot
Baby show me everything that you got
Maybe you can keep me alive
Maybe you can get in my mind
But it's only a matter of time
Before I run far away
I need to take a holiday
Maybe it's a fall from grace
I gotta find a new place
A holiday
I'll set off on a new chase
I gotta see a new face
I need to take a holiday
My father, he was always wise
As wise as an elephant's eyes
He couldn't hold me down
He couldn't keep me around
So are you gonna take your shot?
It's the only one that you got
Maybe I'll go out on a limb
Maybe I'll jump in for a swim
When the lights go dim
You know I'll run far away
I need to take a holiday
Maybe it's a fall from grace
I gotta find a new place
A holiday
I'll set off on a new chase
I gotta see a new face
I need to take a holiday
(Need to take a holiday)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
A new start
I've broken too many hearts
And I don't have any clue where to go
I don't know
But maybe I'll be back someday after my holiday
When I was younger I used to be wild
As wild as an elephant's child
And I don't think I'll ever change
I think I'm gonna stay the same
I'll run far away
I need to take a holiday (need to take a holiday)
Maybe it's a fall from grace
I gotta find a new place
A holiday
I'll set off on a new chase (set off on a new chase)
I gotta see a new face
I need to take a holiday
A new start
I've broken too many hearts
And I don't have any clue where to go
I don't know
But maybe I'll be back someday after my holiday
All of the wasted time
The hours that were left behind
The answers that we'll never find
They don't mean a thing tonight
1 comment:
There's nothing wrong with adopting fake accents for a while, I once worked a job where I was talking to far east Asians all day, and I started to pick up their accents after a couple of days, I also put accents on the prices of the merchendise I was selling, but every time I said the price the accent would change, odd.
Your arm will get better, bruises are better that profusely bleeding open wounds that you get made fun of for how stupid you were being when you got them.
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