yeah, it's late... nothing really new for me.
I had an amazing conversation with my roommate last night/ this morning. it just felt good to get a lot of crap that's been built up for a while now off our chests. woot.
I can't think of any situation right now that's really that confusing. it's a good feeling, and one i'm not used to.
okay, so here's the plan... i'm gonna listen to sympathy for the devil really loud in my headphones, and then start writing... see you in six minutes and eighteen seconds.
ok, so that's a really long song, and I really couldn't make it all the way through... I am just going to flow now, though, with iTunes on shuffle, and I think, just for kicks, I'll let you know what I'm listening to, in parentheticals... let's start things off with (The Authority Song, Jimmy Eat World)
There's so much of my past that I'm not proud of. Most of it i've managed to forget, no matter how recent it was. My least favorite people on the face of this planet are the ones that feel like continually bringing up that past is a good idea, even though they've only got a second/third hand view of the events, and they don't even remember them right.
"I've got no secret purpose." For once in my life, I feel like that's true. I'm cutting back on stuff, trying to streamline my life, trying to regain a little time for myself, and I love this feeling. It's good to be back to a good place with my roommate, espeically with all the drama that's been going on. It's good to honestly be able to wish him the best, and know that he feels the same way.
However, drew, the mild threats early in the night were a little weird 
(Show me how to live, Audioslave) I hate the way songs get super repetitive at the end... like I just skipped the end of "authority song" because it got really repetitive, and the irony that the next song's audioslave, a super repetitive band, is indeed disgusting.
i'm supposed to be working on an english essay right now, a descriptive essay about an event with which everyone can relate. to me, everyone should essentially be able to relate to anything on some level, because we're all human, and the base of every action, feeling, or event is something that's inherently human. there's no avoiding it, and yet, while my professor's cool, I don't want to risk him not getting that... so I'll probably write about a picnic or something.
bye bye audioslave... hello (It's My Life, originally Bon Jovi, covered by Paul Anka.)
I think cover songs are cool, but how cool would it be if you could 'cover' someone's life? Like, basically be faced with all the same questions and choices, but be able to deal with them in whichever way you saw fit. I think that would rock, maybe it would be a very eye opening experience, and at the least, it would be really, really, fun.
I also love the concept of music standards. You can listen to the same song done by Sinatra, Bennet, and Newton, and know which one's which. It's all about the voice, about the interpretation, and I think there's something super-artistic in that. I wish more things were like that, I wish great directors were handed the same script and told to do with it what they will.
(Sleep to Dream, Fiona Apple)
HELL YEAH! Heather, this song will forever be your song, and having it be your song makes it cooler to me. There's just so much in this world to be... pissed about, and people are a huge part of that, and this song makes me remember that, if that makes any sense, I don't think it did, but I'm not going to let myself to reread and change it.
"First you run like a fool just to be at my side/ And now you run like a fool but you just run to hide and I can't abide."
Such awesome lyrics, and Fiona's finally got a new CD coming out next week, yeah, I'm super excited about it, so what?
"I got my feet on the ground and I don't go to sleep to dream."
For some reason, I feel like being really angry right now, so i'm going to abandon the shuffle and listen to....
(one armed scissor by at the drive in)
just a word of warning to all my readers, either on myspace or xanga... i refuse not to write. it's up to you whether you want to read or not... at this point, if you're involved in my life, you're fair game... so if reading about you bothers you, stop reading. it's that simple. I control my actions, you control how you react to them. You can't control my actions, and I can't control how you react to them. Yeah, I learned something in counseling.
OK, i literally just lost everything I'd written up to this point, but thankfully, I randomly copied everything to the clipboard right before, so it's all good, and you're missing none of the randomness... if you're still reading.
Having said that though, I'm not going to push my luck, and this entry's really long.
That's it for tonight, headed to Indy after class tomorrow, then back to the Haute on Sat. for the football game.
Apparently, I'm a masochist.
Love, luck, and lollipops - Alex | 
