It's not a kingdom. It's not an angry god.
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judecorpWhat have I been up to? Monday I tooled around online, went to work, raced out of there in time to go to kickboxing (I never get to go on Mondays), and looked at apartments in Columbus online. Tuesday I went to work, ate lunch with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
happy2beso and we met Palmer and Micah at Vic's. That night, I went to Best Buy and City Barbecue with A. and bought Chasing Amy on DVD and "Become You" by the Indigo Girls on CD. As if this was a sign, my Indigo Girls tickets arrived in the mail, one for me, one for happy2beso. That night, I bailed on volunteering at Kaleidoscope (promising to go next week) and went to Norm's house for a GradQueers coffee and dessert thingie, and then took my dessert to whod81's where we hung out and watched Heathers. Yesterday, I went to work, went to kickboxing, and just plain hung out in my apartment sending resumes and stuff. I was totally wiped. I was going to watch Say Anything but I was too tired, so I called kieron and went to bed. So far today I've gone to work, eaten lunch with sacharine (she rocks! she rocks!), and have returned to work. I have Crisis Intervention at 6:30. Oh joy of joys.
I wish I had something interesting to say. Maybe I can make something up.
You know, I really am a coward. I'm too afraid to make a clean, concise break, yet I'm too afraid to make a commitment. Or maybe I'm not afraid at all. Maybe I'm trying to please everyone but myself. I'm a hard person to please, because I never expect anything, never let myself want anything, never crave anything but safe things like blue ice cream and swedish fish. Small things seemingly insignificant that I can attribute my own special significance to. Like my Midnight Blue Crayola. Like my knights. Likescirocco's wisdom tooth.
I'm just a little boy inside, that's the biggest problem, I guess. I want fun and clowns and thrilling carnival rides, but I'm expected to want the picket fence and the nine-to-five. There's no denying the climbing trees spirit, though, the Peter Pan syndrome I've so apt to succumb to. Will I have a Wendy? And if I do, am I just going to keep flying away from her again and again after I save her from Captain Hook?
jost keeps reminding me that I bring all of this on myself. And I know I do, but thanks for the challenging reminders.
If you keep doing what you're doing, you're going to keep getting what you're getting.
happy2beso and we met Palmer and Micah at Vic's. That night, I went to Best Buy and City Barbecue with A. and bought Chasing Amy on DVD and "Become You" by the Indigo Girls on CD. As if this was a sign, my Indigo Girls tickets arrived in the mail, one for me, one for happy2beso. That night, I bailed on volunteering at Kaleidoscope (promising to go next week) and went to Norm's house for a GradQueers coffee and dessert thingie, and then took my dessert to whod81's where we hung out and watched Heathers. Yesterday, I went to work, went to kickboxing, and just plain hung out in my apartment sending resumes and stuff. I was totally wiped. I was going to watch Say Anything but I was too tired, so I called kieron and went to bed. So far today I've gone to work, eaten lunch with sacharine (she rocks! she rocks!), and have returned to work. I have Crisis Intervention at 6:30. Oh joy of joys.I wish I had something interesting to say. Maybe I can make something up.
You know, I really am a coward. I'm too afraid to make a clean, concise break, yet I'm too afraid to make a commitment. Or maybe I'm not afraid at all. Maybe I'm trying to please everyone but myself. I'm a hard person to please, because I never expect anything, never let myself want anything, never crave anything but safe things like blue ice cream and swedish fish. Small things seemingly insignificant that I can attribute my own special significance to. Like my Midnight Blue Crayola. Like my knights. Like
scirocco's wisdom tooth.I'm just a little boy inside, that's the biggest problem, I guess. I want fun and clowns and thrilling carnival rides, but I'm expected to want the picket fence and the nine-to-five. There's no denying the climbing trees spirit, though, the Peter Pan syndrome I've so apt to succumb to. Will I have a Wendy? And if I do, am I just going to keep flying away from her again and again after I save her from Captain Hook?
jost keeps reminding me that I bring all of this on myself. And I know I do, but thanks for the challenging reminders.If you keep doing what you're doing, you're going to keep getting what you're getting.
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Date: 2002-05-09 03:26 pm (UTC)Oh, what do you think of the new album? I've only heard a couple of cuts so far...
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Date: 2002-05-09 05:13 pm (UTC)someone.
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Date: 2002-05-09 07:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-05-09 07:58 pm (UTC)Re:
Date: 2002-05-09 08:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-05-10 06:55 am (UTC)PS: The Indigo Girls Website streams "Moment of Forgiveness" as their intro page.
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Date: 2002-05-10 06:59 am (UTC)I'd go
Date: 2002-05-10 01:33 pm (UTC)And damn them changing the name of everything!
it will ALWAYS be harbor lights and it will ALWAYS be great woods! dammit! hehl
Song
Date: 2002-05-09 04:42 pm (UTC)Music and Lyrics by Joe Giacoio
Superman waits at an airport watching the outbound flights
And he remembers the day when he first broke free
When the ground fell away like a trick of the light
Now he only flies when he saves up the miles
He watches his weight, his cholesterol
Because he traded his tights for blue pin stripes
And no one calls him Superman anymore
Now he turns around to an old reflex
A young girl's heart beats an SOS
He whips off his glasses, sets his collar free
And says, "This is a job for who I used to be."
He still wears his cape hidden under his clothes
Just in case, but this time he knows
You can't turn back the clock for a quick trip home
And you can't change clothes behind a cellular phone
But Spider-Man took a job with accounting
And now he only punches 9 to 5
Batman sold his soul for leading man role
And it's no fun playing make believe
When you friends grow up and move away
Superman feels the beat of a question mark
When an "S" used to be
When the luggage starts to twirl around
And he feels two hearts seek him out in the crowd
And it's "Daddy, oh, how we missed you - we flew all the way just like you
"Won't you tell me your stories again tonight?"
As his fears fall away like a trick of the light
Re: Song
Date: 2002-05-09 05:14 pm (UTC)That's a very interesting song. Something to think about.
Re: Song
Date: 2002-05-10 01:30 pm (UTC)where did you get that.
Joe is a friend of mine. More of a big brother really, one of the biggest influences on my life as far as my own music goes.
Seeing that floored me.
I have his CD, obviously, but he is so much more amazing when he plkays live.
I spent half my life going to tiny little venues to sit agog and watch that man play.
I adore him musically and personally and i MUST KNOW where you got that!
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Date: 2002-05-10 01:37 pm (UTC)Re: Song
Date: 2002-05-10 01:39 pm (UTC)Speaking of Joe, I've heard he hasn't been well lately - do you have any updates on how he's been doing?
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Date: 2002-05-10 04:52 am (UTC)*pouts*
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Date: 2002-05-10 06:02 am (UTC)Re:
Date: 2002-05-10 06:28 am (UTC)Would Lara mind if I came too?
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Date: 2002-05-10 06:42 am (UTC)