*shrug*
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11.11.2002 @ 11:11 pm

...hide your heart under the bed and lock your secret drawer...
i think the weekend is over...i hate long weekends in a sense...they seem really long in the beginning, so i tend to put things off until further into the weekend (because there is a whole extra day of course...this has nothing at all to do with me being a slacker) and then i am left sitting here trying to get it through my head that it is monday instead of sunday, and that i didn't get anything that i was supposed to accomplished anyway, and kind of have a look that resembles a deer trapped in the headlights of oncoming traffic...not a fun/exciting event here...
...i'm so happy 'cause today i found my friends...they're in my head...
i don't really remember doing anything of great excitement this weekend either...mostly i was lazy, and just sat around and wasted my time away at my computer....yesterday, i didn't even bother to get dressed...i think i had the intention to update as well, but then got distracted partway through writing the entry, and was too lazy to finish after that, so i just closed the window...
...all the stars have fallen from the sky...and everything else in between...staellites have closed their eyes the moon has gone to sleep...
ugh...i wish that there were more hours in the day...or night i suppose...hours in the day wouldn't really help me...i like the dark better anyway...hmmm...i am torn at the moment...between sleep (which i know will turn into an entry in my written journal, and finishing off the end of highways and dancehalls) and writing my resume for acting, which was supposed to be in on thursday...it's really a tough call...i am thinking that my bed is winning though...
'monday monday monday'
tegan and sara

this week or last week i,
don't really care about it anymore
i write myself this later,
i tell myself you let me go
without me,
what's wrong with you?
monday monday monday
your house or mine,
i don't really care about it anymore
i close my eyes i,
make myself unhappy so you'll go
without me,
what's wrong with you,
i say damn your mood swings
damn your mood swings
i'm calling out,
i don't really care for your city anymore
i spend the night i,
lay awake and miss you when you go
without me,
what's wrong with you?



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