obsession...

i am becoming obsessed with the used's lyrics. now i'll post them all. i haven't even heard any songs other than ink...

i'm just gonna post bits

It's our time to shine through the death
Glorified by what is ours
We've fallen in love
We've fallen in love
It was the best idea I ever had

Today I fell and felt better
Just knowing this matters
I just feel stronger and sharper
Found a box of sharp objects what a beautiful thing

Do you want a song of glory
Well I'm fucking screaming at you

Found a box of sharp objects what a beautiful thing

~a box full of sharp objects

see all those people on the ground
wasting time
i try to hold it all inside
but just for tonight
the top of the world
sitting here wishing
the things I've become
that something is missing
maybe I...
but what do I know

and now it seems that i have found
nothing at all
I want to hear your voice out loud
slow it down
without it all
I'm choking on nothing
it's clear in my head
and I'm screaming for something
knowing nothing is better than knowing at all

On My Own
~on my own

you call my name when I wake up
to see things go your way
i'm coughing up my time
each drag's a drop of blood a grain
a minute of my life
it's all I've got just to stay down
why the fuck am I still down
I'm hoarding all thats mine
each time I let just one slip by
I'm wasting what is mine
~from bulimic

White it out like glittering wax butterflies best. line. ever. (from maybe memories)



that's enough, i think.. lol...
i wrote this at 8:49 PM

fitting.. in an ironic sort of way

actually, i dont' think it's irony at all. but i just changed the lyrics to taste of ink. i searched for these lyrics cuz i love the song and had no idea what it said. when i was readig the song, and seeing how they're about moving to the city, to a life, out of a small town-ish area.. which is what i did. the irony is that i thougt the same thing, that my life can begin.. that it was my chance to break out and be free. but i didn't take advantage of it. oh well, there's always next year.
i wrote this at 8:25 PM

has it been forever?

no...it's just been 3 days...

erm.. i have this on the clip board. go read it. it's funny.

so to-day i had drawings due. well, i thought i did. it turns out our prof is a dumbass (i thought so...) and at the end of class last week (after more than half the class [myself included] had left) she said that this week wasn't the crit, that that is next week. but it's not cuz she thought that that's how it should have been, it's because she can't read the syllabus that she wrote properly. honestly, why am i paying for a dumbass to "teach" me? so anyway, i'm not actually that bitter. but i spent last nite finishing (starting) my drawings instead of studying for the mega-huge italian test that i had to-day. but all is well. i studied for an hour before the test to-day and i passed well. my mark will be high 70's i think. if not higher. yay!

so now all i have to do is a painting for next thursday (not to-morrow), touch up those drawings, one more drawing and my exam is on the 9th... NO MORE SCHOOL! hooray!

so, yep.

my throat hurts

um.... last nite i spent a few hours with meg on the floor outside her room talkin. one of those beautiful late nite talks. it was fun. and me and diane and alicia got spots at meg's greg's and jesse's table so yay for that. that's for formal. and i got my shoes. and i bought a choker. so yay! lol...

i can't think of anythign else to write.. so bya

love you all, hugs for everybody

cheers

~jessica
i wrote this at 8:13 PM

god, i'm bored

i haven't done anythign all day, not really, yet it was a more productive sunday than most. my hair's all up the way it will be for formal. it wasn't what i was expecting, relaly, i was expecting something with long curls haning out and looking all pretty, but it's all like a poof of curls.. i like it though. i look like a princess...

so last nite i had the most irrelevant dream ever. i went back in time to the 80's and was talking to the beatles. but this was before they were famous, they were playing at a high school. and i kept getting their autographs, and no one really knew why. and george wasn't there yet. and i was talking to ringo and i kept thinking he was george but every time i asked "which one are you again?" they were like "who's george." again, i say most irrelevant dream ever. a friend of mine had a weird fucked up dream that could be interpreted somehow. and someone else was telling me about their dreams awhile ago... mine are always just dumb and have no relevancy to anything. i wished i coudl dream cool. that would be.. well, it would be cool, i guess....

god, i'm bored. maybe ill memorize my italian.... maybe... but probly not..

cheers

~jessica
i wrote this at 11:09 PM