Friday, October 12

05:22 :: Disbelief

We've got to flow to show the love that we bring to your table tonight; the words that spring out of your mouth tonight; I'm not sure if I'm going the right way, but let me be; in the end, it'll all be well so let's just wait and see.

I'm not sure what's happening lately. The world seems different. Someone's injected everything with a yellow, noxious gas. And I can't breathe anymore.

I miss you.

Wednesday, October 10

23:13 :: Losing

Sandy Lam has a soothing voice. A beautiful one that rustles through the jungles in our hearts. To the river. And jumps in. To swim gently. And we are at ease.

I'm not sure how this relates to all, but my world has lately become the antithesis of Sandy Lam's voice. The jungle is only getting thicker, wetter, and the smell is now almost unbearable. It's making me miss fifth grade. It's making me wish I could take spelling tests again.

I miss myself.

Monday, October 8

01:23 :: Strategy

Business model employed by the ubiquitous print media mogul Kinko's:

"Yah, so like if you want us to open up a file, we'll have to charge you ten bucks."

Brilliant.

Sunday, October 7

13:17 :: Overextended

It's a bit odd when you're pulling near 50-hour "work" days before there are any tests and when "assignments" consist mostly of copying and pasting off the internet. It's even odder when you realize that that's not enough.

More than ever, I wish I could lie on my bed all day listening to The Weakerthans' Left and Leaving, Utada Hikaru's First Love and Boards of Canada's Hi Scores / Turquoise Hexagon Sun.

But that'd be too easy, no? Probably.