the word 'hurricane'
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11.16.2002 @ 7:20 pm

...mine to discard...shades of regret they linger...got no regard for no one...lash out in anger...
i hate the phone...even more so when i have no idea why i am calling...or where exactly the number is going to....

jenny messaged me at about 2:30 this morning, when i wasn't here....and i got her message when i got home, and she left me a number and asked me to call her...no reason, just to call....i haven't done it yet...anyone else wanna do it for me?
...this week or last week i...don't really care about it anymore...
had a family dinner/celebration on friday night...that was fun...it's always uncomfortable there, as i don't remember who most of my relatives are (give me a break here....i am not a horrible person, it's just that i see them about 3 times a year, and there are over 100 of them)....of course, one of my mom's cousins had no clue that she moved to ottawa over a year ago...and then one of my great-uncles asked if i had brought my dad with me...my parents have been divorced for over 14 years, and this is my mom's side of the family....
...i imagine it's like the medication they're on...or probably just the coffee...but one thing is certain in life...
well, i managed to learn a lesson in public transit today...that it takes around the same amount of time to get to my grandma's house in burnaby, as it does to get to my cousin's house in richmond, from my house....slightly longer to get to richmond, but that is to be expected....it's about a 30 minutes drive to my grandma's, and and hour and a bit to my cousin's in richmond....both take about 2 and half on the bus...not that i really minded all that much today...there were things to watch and look at, especially because i had never taken that bus before...then i went to starbucks on my way home, and got a festive maroon holiday-style cup....it's pretty...
'sullen girl'
fiona apple


days like this
i don't know what
to do with myself
all day and all night
i wander the halls
along the walls and
under my breath
i say to myself
i need fuel
to take flight
and there's too
much going on
but it's calm
under the waves
in the blue of my oblivion
under the waves
in the blue of my oblivion

is that why they call me
a sullen girl, sullen girl
they don't know
i used to sail
the deep and tranquil sea
but he washed me ashore
and he took my pearl
and left an empty
shell of me

and there's too
much going on in here
but it's calm under the waves
in the blue of my oblivion
under the waves
in the blue of my oblivion
under the waves
in the blue of my oblivion
it's calm under the waves
in the blue of my oblivion



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