Sunday, April 10, 2005
I feel that some people can't live in peace.
Maybe it's too boring, I don't know.
They always need to have a busy schedule, a loud schedule.
Or they need to have some form of war.
To improve their intellect.
I feel that some people can be described with words from songs.
"With your long blonde hair and your eyes so blue, the only thing I ever got from you is sorrow. Sorrow" - it's my mum's favourite song but the words fit perfectly to a girl I wish I hadn't met.
Or if I know the person better I can find two songs. One that describes how the person thinks they are and one of how I feel towards them. (A bit like with tarrot cards "how you see yourself" - "how others see you").
For example.
"I'm horny, horny, horny, horny" versus "Baby you're a lost cause..."
Maybe I shouldn't be writing this on the internet where it is sure to be found and read and turned into a big deal. But I will. Because I'm a rebel. (A tired rebel. Haven't slept.) The English camp was fantastic. I could never have imagined that 4C would be such an interesting class.
