look ma, it's art!
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10.27.2002 @ 9:38 pm
...are these times contagious...i've never been this bored before...well, i think that i have finally found a use for my 200 IKEA tealights...well...some of them anyway...i wonder how long my "art" wil survive, before it is crushed underneath a pile of stuff that i would normally put on that corner of my desk...or until i get bored of it and scrape it off and throw it in the trash...we'll just have to wait and see what becomes of it...
...i am worthless sounds compared to all your perfect words...could i be your girl?...this weekend has been rather unevetful...just the way i wanted it...it was wonderful and lovely to have the house all to myself, and not have to hear the television 24/7....i can remember a time when i thought that tv was the greatest thing ever invented, and couldn't imagine not having cable, and not watching at least 4 hours of tv per day...i don't think i have managed that much tv the entire weekend....and it's been great....for some reason, tv unnerves me....i can't explain it, i just feel annoyed by it, even when it's a show that i enjoy....
...and on the wall...shadows play...twilight souls...anguished ways....lost adrift...severed seas...i await you...come to me...*sigh* i have to now do my entire stagecraft scrapbook tonight...since i was procrastinating this weekend, by creating the art above, making a skirt...during which i managed to become distracted and attempt to sew my finger into the skirt...which really pisses me off, because now i can't play my guitar until it heals, since it's my left index finger...i tried anyway though...and that's probably why it hurts more now....stupid finger...i did manage to make a pretty title page for my tori amos theme study though....now if only i could get the rest of it done...
...so lonely inside...so busy out there...it's funny...how much of live is spent waiting or wanting, much more than the amount of time that is spent doing or having...like nothing is ever enough, and what youthought you wanted, is rarely what you expected...i wonder what it would be like if everyone was satisfied...and actually had what they wanted, and wanted what they had...what a peaceful existence that could turn out to be...it would also be rather boring, because the anticipation of something is half the enjoyment of the actual event...
'suburbia'
matthew good band
you will come back within yourself
you can be art when we melt
and i will know what you were for
i say we're leaving
there ain't nothing here at all
another day, a week, the mall
and baby if i was in demand
you would be mine
someday
this place is gonna burn
is your whole life in there waiting?b
someday your head is going to turn and you'll realize
i'm missing
do you realize?
you will come back
convince yourself you can stay alive
and wait for me
and i will know what this was for
and i'll say we're leaving
there ain't nothing here at all
another month, a year, that's all
so you can tell them i'm coming
and hell's coming with me
someday
this place is gonna burn
is your whole life in there waiting
someday their heads are gonna turn and they'll realize
you're missing