Sunday, March 28, 2010

uhh...

I hope
I hope your heart is broken someday
I hope you think this is about you
I hope you're so vain
I hope she doesn't hurt you
I hope you're enjoying this
I hope that you're happy, honestly
I hope you don't read this
I hope you do read this
I hope this goes okay
I hope I never do this again
I hope these words will make sense someday
I hope I see you again
I hope you'll call
I hope that one day, I'll stop hoping
I hope you breathe in the air and smell everything that means something to you
I hope your heart is broken someday, seriously, into a million little pieces
I hope that one day, you'll know.

Been there, done that, messed around.
I'm having fun, don't put me down.
I'll never let you sweep me off my feet.
I won't let you in again.
The messages I've tried to send;
My information's just not going in.
Burning bridges, shore to shore.
I break away from something more.
I'm not to, not to love until it's cheap.
Been there, done that, messed around.
I'm having fun, don't put me down.
I'll never let you sweep me off my feet.

This time, maybe, I'll be
Bulletproof.

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Either vs. Or

Either I completely repulse you,
or other people are suddenly magnetized to your life every time I'm in it for any short amount of time.

Either way,
this is never happening again.

Fool me once, shame on you.
Fool me twice, shame on me.

or if you want to go with the George W. Bush version;
"Fool me once shame on...wait...fool me...well, fool me you can't get fooled again."

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Call it Off

I don't think I'm ever going to get over how good "The Con" by Tegan and Sara is.
From the day it was released to two years later, I'm addicted.

I won't regret saying this,
this thing that I'm saying.
Is it better than
keeping my mouth shut?
That goes without saying.
Call, break, it off.
Call, break, my own heart.
Maybe I would have been something you'd be good at.
Maybe you would have been something I'd be good at.
But now we'll never know,
I won't be sad, but in case,
I'll go there.
Everyday,
To make myself feel bad.
There's a chance I'll start to wonder
If this was the thing to do.
I won't be out long but I still think it better if,
You take your time coming over here-
I think that's for the best.
Call, break, it off.
Call, break, my own heart.
Maybe I would have been something you'd be good at.
Maybe you would have been something I'd be good at.
But now we'll never know,
I won't be sad, but in case,
I'll go there.
Everyday,
To make myself feel bad.
There's a chance I'll start to wonder
If this was the thing to do.

There's a chance I'll start to wonder
If this was the thing to do.
(Tegan Quin)

Monday, March 22, 2010

Correctin'.

"I've got wish I had a cure.
I've got wish I had the cure for you."

Friday, March 19, 2010

scrubbin'.

"I've got a cure.
I've got the cure for you."

Thursday, March 18, 2010

fragments

life. mistakes. sometimes. still not the right time. tegan and sara binge. optimistic. just haven't met the right girl yet. it's pretty decent. don't want to date you. definitely don't want to date you. still not the right girl. friends, still? i shouldn't have done that in the first place. sometimes. gotta try to know how you feel. don't want anything from you. your friendship. my fragments don't make sense. when I tried to type 'make' I typed 'want'. Freudian slip. or something like it. sunshine's nice. clingy. am I clingy? no. hell no. bad place again. oops. that's my bad this time. maybe someday. life. this was a dumb exercise.

"Oh lets get rich and buy our parents homes in the south of France
Lets get rich and give everybody nice sweaters and teach them how to dance
Lets get rich and build a house on a mountain making everybody look like ants
From way up there, you and I, you and I."

I'll meet my "you" someday.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

I play Taylor Swift songs now?

I feel clingy.
I'm not. I promise. I just don't really know what to do, or what I want, or what you want...so I'm trying to figure it out.
I'm not even sure that I like this at all for me right now.

And on a happier note...
I re-strung my Ukulele last night, all by myself.
I thought it was going to be really difficult and that I would probably mess it up in some way, but I didn't.
Re-stringing/Taylor Swift cover for Brittany: Success.
I'd write more about Ace but I feel like I go on and on about it because I love it so much, so I certainly won't do that right now.
I will say, though, that I am most certainly NOT making gift bags for the other starters and our coaches right now.
I am also NOT planning on writing a funny song about English Ace to get everyone pumped up tomorrow.
And we are DEFINITELY not in semi finals tomorrow, and I'm NOT excited.
And we most certainly do not refer to starters as [Scottish accent]LETNER!, Melody 'Olive Branch' Ip, Ducky Low, and J-bad.
And we surely don't love this a little bit more than it's healthy to.