where's my.....affection?
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01.09.2003 @ 4:57 pm
filming tomorrow....and that's scary. especially because i have never used a video camera before, and now i have to. but if it turns out to look like it does in my head (which it probably won't) then it will be super-cool. we're using 'b-movie scream queen' by the murderdolls as our song. it's fun, in a halloween-ish sort of way. and 2 of the 3 kids in my group are into it. the 3rd one was dismayed by the fact that it's all metal-ish. but hey, he gets NO SAY. because i am the director. (take that!)
i was in a horrible mood all morning. it sucked, and i had classes on top of that. i have a love/hate relationship with my blocked classes. some days, it's super-cool, and i feel all involved and stuff. and then, on days like today, it seems really boring and pointless, and a lot like i want to stab myself in the eye with something red-hot and pointy.
this afternoon was better, but really crappy in the sense that i was sleepy. it sucks when i am trying to be all
normal and i don't have the energy to.
and wow. it's warm and stuff out. i was outside in a tank top this afternoon. and i wasn't cold. it was weird, seeing as it's january and all...and it's supposed to be winter, right? it's the hat i tell you, it's magical.
'here is no why'
the smashing pumpkins
the useless drag of another day
the endless drags of a death rock boy
mascara sure and lipstick lost
glitter burned by restless thoughts
of being forgotten
and in your sad machines
you'll forever stay
desperate and displeased-with whoever you are
and you're a star
somewhere-he pulls his hair down-over a frowning smile
a hidden diamond you cannot find
a secret star that cannot shine over to you
may the king of gloom, be forever doomed
and in your sad machines
you'll forever stay
burning up in speed
lost inside the dreams, of teen machines
the useless drags, the empty days
the lonely towers of long mistakes
to forgotten faces and faded loves
sitting still was never enough
and if you're giving in, then you're giving up
cuase in your sad machines
you'll forever stay
burning up in speed
lost inside the dreams, of teen machines