Wednesday, June 16

I am so blond sometimes...

Ok, so I had all this trauma because I thought I forgot my password for this thing already, and couldnt figure out how to friggin log in. So I emailed the tech help, and they never responded, and I felt like a total tool. And then I got frustrated and signed offline and decided to tackle this endeavor again at a later time. Well that later time is now, and still no email from tech help. So I decided to sit here and figure out what my username and password was, because i figured maybe my username was wrong and not the password. Well, sure enough it was. I finally get in, only to get to this point: I've forgotten my username again! Damnit. Im such a retard. OH AND I've forgotten the initial reason why I wanted to log in again earlier... crappers. Im so blond sometimes. I swear.






OH! I remembered! I wanted to post song lyrics. But what was the song? I think it was to Such Great Heights... so here are those lyrics, before I forget AGAIN. And I only like the song for the bolded parts I think. (I know its cliche because Ive had this song applied to me in another circumstance, but even though the song comes with baggage it doesnt make it bad, right? I always hated that, when you would associate a really good song with a really bad thing or person or event, and then be like, aww crap, now the song blows because it makes me think of X... oh well.)


I am thinking it's a sign that the freckles
In our eyes are mirror images and when
We kiss they're perfectly aligned
And I have to speculate that God himself
Did make us into corresponding shapes like
Puzzle pieces from the clay

True, it may seem like a stretch, but
Its thoughts like this that catch my troubled
Head when you're away when I am missing you to death

When you are out there on the road for
Several weeks of shows and when you scan
The radio, I hope this song will guide you home

They will see us waving from such great
Heights, 'come down now,' they'll say
But everything looks perfect from far away,
'come down now,' but we'll stay...

I tried my best to leave this all on your
Machine but the persistent beat it sounded
Thin upon listening
That frankly will not fly. you will hear
The shrillest highs and lowest lows with
The windows down when this is guiding you home





-:...On another note...:-
I'm still getting used to this whole new program thing... blogger isnt the same as xanga so its new to me. Bear with me.

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