Cause I wasted the light
Between both these times
I drew a really thin line
It's nothing I planned
And not that I can
But you should be mine
Across that line
[Chorus:] If I traded it all
If I gave it all away for one thing
Just for one thing
If I sorted it out
If I knew all about this one thing
Wouldn't that be something
I promise I might
Not walk on by
Maybe next time But not this time
Even though I know I don't want to know
Yeah I guess I know
I just hate how it sounds
[Chorus x2]
Even though I know
I don't want to know
Yeah I guess I know
I just hate how it sounds
Even though I know
I don't want to know
Yeah I guess I know
I just hate how it sounds [Chorus x3]
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An other song with some ties to me.
Honestly. I would trade everything to be there with him. It's so sad..I can't stand this place...I'm so sensitive to the fighting. I'm sure it's not healthy to feel as if I'm on eggshells thinner than a crisp autumn leaf. Patience is key, this i know. And when I do get to be with him...the victory will be ever so sweet. I would trade it all, just so he could be mine...in my arms, the one I could wake up next to every morning..the one who I get to rest my head on. But I shall wait. I'd wait forever for him, because he's more than worth it. <3
And the bit where it's "Yeah, I guess I know..I just hate how it sounds.." I hate how...people judge me for saying I'd give it all for him. For being so committed. It's my life to live..not theirs. They're not the ones in my shoes, now are they? No. It's my mind, my heart..my choices. I'm sorry that what makes me happy, makes you question me. But no amount of questions can tear him away from me, ever. I swear that right now.
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Where's Walda?
Yes. That's Walda, with an A. Not Waldo.
For my Mass Media class, we have to do a Radio Production as a grade....and we took the whole..where's Waldo concept..and morphed it into ours. It has to be like..one of the old timey stories...like you used to hear. But can be in modern day. So..We're going to do ours about Walda, this teenage girl, who wants to go to a party and can't..but she sneaks out..and her friend..who is a bad influence..is the last one to talk to her before she goes missing...So prime suspect right there. And I'm the Detective, Sam Spike. xD And it's going to be really cool. It's kind of comical, yet...a mystery. :] It'll be epic.
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Quotes that spark somewhat deep thoughts...:
My dear our hearts have gotten good
at pumping cheap new lust into our young veins <----- This made me think..of some of my friends... Because they're not even into relationships. I love my Kenzieboo. She's a good soul. She always makes me laugh, and she always know what to say when I need it. And nothing about her, bothers me. Because she's never sworen to be a virgin, like Sam did. And she doesn't..flaunt herself around like Sam does either. I just...find...that love is almost becoming such a cliche` in this modern day world. How do people expect healthy relationships..or a kind world, without it? Or peace?
Aerodynamically, the bumblebee shouldn’t be able to fly,
but the bumblebee doesn’t know that,
so it keeps flying anyway. <----- This made me think about how...although something seems totally impossible...there's always a way around it, always a way to prove it way...always a way, to make the impossible, possible. Seems sort of amazing. And it puts a smile across my face to know, there is hope, even when things seem completely and endlessly, impossible.
hypothetically, if you were point a,
and theoretically, if i was point b,
we would be frantically melting
into one massive point that could overcome anything. <---- I've had someone prove to me, that not all boys are the same. That when I turn to run away from my insecurties..my issues...our issues..That he'll want to work things out. That..No matter what, I have him. I won't ever do a crazy thing like I did. I wouldn't even think of it. I still thank God every morning when I wake, knowing he's always going to be mine. He's honestly, the best thing, to ever happen to me. I know, he and I can overcome anything. I can do anything as long as he's by my side. With him, I feel like i can fly. We're stronger than anyone will ever be able to understand.
we've scuplted ourselves into machines,
we've shaped our love into greed. <--- once again, relating to how..we just go through our daily lives..some of us, seeming ever so selfish. We're the "me" generation, well most of us. I'm making a generalization, but I know, not all of us are like this. But again...where has the compassion gone? Do we not realize how much we care for someone, until they're hanging on to their last shred of life? Or are we too caught up in our own little worlds, to be open and compassionate to those around us?
You're my every dream.
You're the threadwork to my seams <--- I never knew, it was possible for me to open up this much. To have someone know me, almost better than myself...sometimes..he does know me better than I know myself. He's my rock. He keeps me grounded. He's so amazing. He really is the thread that keeps me tied together, the puzzle piece that completes me.
The stars lean down to kiss you, and I lie
awake I miss you. Pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere.
'Cause I'll doze off safe and soundly, but I'll miss your arms around me. I'd send a postcard to you dear,
'Cause I wish you were here. <---- Self explanatory, pretty much. :P
there was no such thing as lies and hurt
in the world that they built that night
a world that was separate from their old selves
Humans meeting and crashing into the infinite
parts of each others souls
Living in what they could promise;
One day at a time. <------ Made me think about..how each and every relationship is different. Whether it's a romantic relationship, or a friendship. They both have a bit of common ground though..trust. Without it, you don't have much to stand on. And promises...need trust..for you to believe in them, otherwise they're just pretty little ideas. And how..some relationships are just so wonderful, they take you away from your problems when you're around that person, and you can relax..letting the daily stress factors, wash away from you, atleast, for that moment being.
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On a different note. We started the poetry unit in my English class today. :D I acutally got excited. Poetry is my thing. Of course, I was the one answering all the questions. Ms. Moe adores me because of that. Everyone in my class hates poetry. When Ms. Moe asked me to read what I had written aloud today..I got shy. Like. Really shy. Cause i had to write a quick sonnet. Everyone was like "Dannggg. Lizzie's smarttt!" They're all jealous because I can think up pretty much anything on the spot. Ms. Moe is urging me to get my poetry published somewhere. I'll think about it. She says, I have amazing potential, and it's ever so rare to find someone my age, with such a matured writing style.
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I start Driver's Education, Behind The Wheel, tomorrow, right after school. From 3-5. Should be good. I'm driving with one of my friends too. I'm excited. :] I'm getting better. I'm not scared to drive fast anymore either :p
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Wednesday: I have to wear my ROTC uniform..it's club picture day..and we have to be in uniform to be in the picture. And I'll have inspection that day as well.
Thursday, I have CIRT after school, but thats about it.
Friday, I don't have school at all, because it's parent-teacher conferences. I also have the ball that night, from 7-10. I convinced my friend Tara, to go. She was in ROTC last year, and was in it for like..two weeks this year, before she dropped out..she got bored with it. But we're going, so I can hang out with her. There's a big ceremony before the dance, there's swordsman, and then a guest speaker..and cutting of the cake with the sword..then the oldest cadet takes a bite...then passes the cake along to the youngest, who takes a bite as well. It's a symbol for passing the knowledge along. I'm excited. I'll make sure to take lots of pictures :]
This weekend, both of my parents work. So it should be a pretty chill weekend.
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