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Black Rose Immortal
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I dragged this lake looking for corpses
Dusted for prints, pried up the floorboards
Pieces of planes and black box recorders
Don't lie (don't lie)
And I've been preoccupied with these sick, sick senses
That sense DNA on barbed wire fences
Maybe someday I'll find me a suspect
That has no alibi
New Year's Eve was as boring as heaven
I watched flies fuck on channel 11
There was no one to kiss, there was nothing to drink
Except some old rotten milk someone left in the sink
And there's no ring, there's no ring on the phone anymore
There's no reason to call I passed out on the floor
Smoked myself stupid and drank my insides raisin dry
But at the right place at the right time
I'll be dead wrong and you'll be just fine
I won't have to quit doing fucked up shit
For anyone but me
At the right place at the right time
It will have been worth it to stand in line
And you won't have to stop
Saying "I love cops" for anyone but me
Your private eye
I dragged this lake looking for corpses
Dusted for prints, pried up the floorboards
Pieces of planes and black box recorders
Don't lie (don't lie)
And I've been preoccupied with these sick, sick senses
That sense DNA on barbed wire fences
Maybe someday I'll find me a suspect
That has no alibi
But at the right place at the right time
I'll be dead wrong and you'll be just fine
And I won't have to quit doing fucked up shit
For anyone but me
And at the right place at the right time
It will have been worth it to stand in line
And you won't have to stop
Saying "I love cops" for anyone but me
Your private eye
Your private eye
But at the right place at the right time
I'll be dead wrong and you'll be just fine
You won't have to quit doing fucked up shit
For anyone but me
And at the right place at the right time
It will have been worth it to stand in line
And you won't have to stop
Saying "I love cops" for anyone but me
Your private eye
-Private Eye by Alkaline Trio
last modified Jun 14, 2006 at 1:46
Define "drama." Because maybe my idea of "drama" isn't the same as others.
In the past few days, I've seen a few posts lamenting that "Livejournal/Weblogs just promotes drama."
I'm like, "Duh!" ANY social forum is a potential source of drama. Livejournal. Listserves. E-mail. Social groups. LARP. Fraternal Lodges. Sorrority Houses. Band practice. High School cliques. Divisions at Work. Family members. Who doesn't have such troubles?
Drama is a fact of life and it's a matter of knowing if it is worth it to you. It is a consequence of being social.
On the other hand, there is friendship and camaraderie. People who can understand you when you think that no one does. People who can empathize with your pains and sometimes people who can help you in life.
You take the good, you take the bad, you take the both and there you have the Facts of Life.
If you are still resolute on the idea that you want no drama in your life, I have a plastic bag that you can breathe into. That will solve EVERYTHING.
See? I like to help.
~Ryan
As if wasn't bad enough that I've been missing every second day of school this semester, I'm sitting here, hating the fact that I'm actually not feeling well enough to go to school today, making it three consecutive days since I've been to school. I'll be fucking amazed if I pass anything, let alone get accepted into university... I'm really hoping that "disappear for a year" option is still viable. That, and I need a job. But what else is new? No wonder my mom told me she doesn't believe in me...
Well, back to playing Risk after a shower.
Sorry I don't let most of you people know what's going in my head. I've always been the lone wolf. Always have. Always will.
Kinda happy we won Reach today, but I don't really care. Any excuse to get out of Lockerby, bleh. Got more than 300 points or so, apparently. Not bad.
-_-
*sighs*
I dress... differently, like I did today... there's a reason for that. It's on the tip of my brain... This requires much meditation.
On the bus ride home, I started feeling sick, and by the time our ride dropped me off at Jazz's to babysit the dog, I felt like I was going to throw up. Since then, it's just changed to melancholiness. Bah...
I think too much...
Veins = Beautiful. Next platelet donor scheduled for April.
Bone Marrow transplant = submitting application in the near future. Lady said I'm guaranteed to be on the registry practically, as long as they don't discover some dormant disease in my body during the testing phase. They want young'uns like me. Yay.
Okay, so my wrist isn't broken, thank god. I would shudder at not being able to participate in NOMF, much less not be able to play a sax for a month.
The all-nighter thing is happening again... this sucks.
Now, my throat is sore, and I have to check today if I can donate platelets. I hope I don't fall asleep before then.
This semester is really... different. Age old question; drop math, and hope University doesn't care? Or stay in, and do subpar?
Think, think, think. Read, read, read...
Sleep...
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