| | Still a little bit of your taste, in my mouth,
Still a little bit of you laced with my doubt,
Still a little hard to say...what's going on...
Still a little bit of your ghost, your witness,
Still a little bit of your face, I haven't kissed,
You step a little closer each day,
That I can’t say what's going on...
Stones taught me to fly,
Love taught me to lie,
Life taught me to die...
So it's not hard to fall,
When you float like a cannonball...
Still a little bit of your song, in my ear...
Still a little bit of your words I long to hear,
You step a little closer to me,
So close that I can't see what's going on...
Stones taught me to fly,
Love, taught me to lie,
Life taught me to die,
So it's not hard to fall,
When you float like a cannon...
Stones taught me to fly,
Love taught me to cry,
So come on courage,
Teach me to be shy!
'Cause it's not hard to fall,
And I don't wanna scare her,
It's not hard to fall,
And I don't wanna lose!
It's not hard to grow,
When you know that you just don't know...
That's Damien Rice's "Cannonball", which has been floating around my head today. Sometime a while ago, I heard the song "The Blower's Daughter", which I've always liked. I downloaded more, and then I found the CD O at my library...Good CD...
I wish my voice had better range, cuz Rice's is just crazy, the bastard. Not like Freddie Mercury crazy, but still high enough that I wonder if someone is changing his octave with pliers under the table.
In other news, I joined Tech Crew (basically the production crew for the drama club), which is pretty fun. It's a chance to bitch at all the stupid freshmen.
Speaking about stupid freshmen, I have to say, as does Tappy Tibbons, that WE GOT A WINNER! This was from last year, but it still holds the grand prize.
ME: Stop moving the fucking table, bitch. That's right, moron. Just get the fuck away from the fucking table.
FRESHMAN: Shut up and go do some extra credit.
Hells yes, that was a shining moment. Also, recently a freshman was unable to perceive the mechanic behind propping up books on a bookshelf with a single book. Although he may have been retarded, so I can't put him in the running. It took him about five minutes of serious effort and failure.
However, another reason I can't submit him in the competition is that Walter, a guy who sits next to me in US History, beat him hands down. This guy is a Junior, like me. He's also apparently brain-damaged.
WALTER: What did you choose [for most important Constitutional Amendment]?
ME: The twelfth.
WALTER: What's that one?
ME: It guarantees the rights of televised puppet shows.
WALTER: No way. Really?
ME: Yeah. It was ratified in the 70s.
WALTER: You're kidding.
ME: No, man. It was actually the first time Jim Henson appeared in front of the Supreme Court. It was really surreal seeing him in a tweed suit.
WALTER: Dude, you're joking.
ME: I told you, no. Dude, look in your book.
WALTER: *looking* No way...
ME: *Looking over at his book* Oh, you must have the edited edition.
That was an actual conversation. I was amazed - at first I thought I was the most convincing liar on Earth, until it slowly dawned on me that he was a fucking idiot. He caught on eventually, but man, it was great. Now he's really pissed at me, though.
Another Tyler joined Tech Crew today, though Amy (the director) said he won't be staying. Still, I might have to kill him. We'll see.
I had to scream that I was gay (also, "I'm flaming homosexual!", "I smoke the pole!") in order to get this annoying bitch named Eliza (or maybe Liza, not sure) to stop hugging me. Fuck.
I have an essay to write for History...
In brief, I've seen Requiem For A Dream (fantastic movie, required viewing - I've had the overture stuck in my head since Vegas, actually), Constantine (Okay movie), Tears Of The Sun (Blah, so unrealistic in a military sense), and I'll be watching Spirited Away soon.
I'd like to talk to fucking anyone online, but Beki's of course gone, Bek is wherever, Jaci is wherever, and who knows about anyone else.
Love to the wenches, as if they're capable of reading. |
