Regina Spektor

it's like forgetting the words to your favourite song, you can't believe it you were always singing along, it was so easy and the words so sweet, you can't remember you try to feel the beat. You spent half of your life trying to fall behind, you're using your headphones to drown out your mind, it was so easy and the words so sweet, you can't remember you try to move your feet. Someone's deciding whether or not to steal, he opens a window just to feel the chill, he hears that outside a small boy just started to cry, cause it's his turn but his brother wont let him try. You can't remember the words so sweet.

"If Taurus lets Scorpio get away or vice versa, both could live to regret it. "

Huh. Astrology.
I agree with Paper Crane on the whole "Valentine's" gig. I suppose I'm a bit late in saying that I feel exactly the same way she does. But, in my opinion, I'd rather be lonely as a teenager than wasting my time worrying about love....it'll come along. Hopefully soon. Or I could end up like Ms.Howe... *shivermetimbers,Imaydie.* A crazy, fat, crotchety old lady with cat issues and a lust for science. Who also can't teach. I don't even have this woman as a teacher, and I know she can't teach.

Duke likes to rest his head on my leg... But it's not creepy because he is a dog. And it isn't gross because he's not like Fang, and my knee doesn't become all slobbery. But Duke is old, and in serious need of a toothbrush. And he always licks my arm when I'm typing, it's annoying.

Overall, I should just die a virgin.

Today I saw a boy trying to win a hockey-based video game and failing miserably. He writhed on the floor and screamed and I just wanted to tell him to shut up because he looked like the victimized heroine chosen by dark spirits to be possessed in ever bad horror movie commercial I have ever seen. And now instead of being horrified I will just want to tell them to shut it. And I'll never be scared on Halloween. Just irritated.

This is how i'm currently feeling about valentines:

This is how some wonderful boy should be making me feel:

This is what's going on inside my brain:

This is a babe:

This is my life: 

That was my valentines day. I hope you enjoyed hearing aboutit. I know that's a typo. I left it because tits are funny. 

Valentines.

Well I-I, I wanna be your lover
I wanna be your (WO) man
I want you to understand

And I-I, I wanna open your door
And love you 'til you're sore
That works for - wait a minute, wait a minute!
Yeah

I wanna be your thing, your anything your everything oh yeah

And I-I, I wanna fill your cup (cup cup cup)
Fill it up, fill it up to the brim with love
That works for - wait a minute, wait a minute!

You'll never have to ask
I'll give you my sweet grass
I'm gonna mesmerize your ass
Just give me my first chance, it's gonna be the last
I'm gonna make you wanna stay

I-I I wanna be your cow
Give you all the milk around town
Let me see, let me see you drink it down
I-I, I wanna be the pear tree
I want you to climb all over me
Try my fruit and taste my seed

Climb right on me, lay it on me
C-climb right on me, l-lay it on me!

Just let my do my thing
Until you start to sing
I'm going down all you night long
I'm gonna build a bond
I'm pullin' out my wand
Feels so right it can't be wrong!

Yeah!

Well I-I, I wanna be your lover
I wanna be your (WO)man
I want you to understand

And I-I, I wanna be you lover baby
I wanna be your girl
Blow a kiss and change the world, yeah

We're gonna make it through
You got me and I got you
Your bleedin' heart's at my command
If you don't love me to
Then bein' friends will do
Long as you let me in your bed!


I fucking hate valentines day. I'll probably wear all black tomorrow as a symbol of mourning for my bleeding, lonely heart. I'll listen to the Kills and scream at random couples on the street. fucking fuck fuck. 

Hai.

Ummagine

"Wear a different pair, just something out of step, throw a stranger an unexpected smile...."

She walked down the street with a fake confidence, the sun shining through her transparent gaze. The people almost stopped to stare at her as she walked. The image was startling, and they just had to look twice at the marvelous danger before them. Her boots and coat and hair and face seemed to blend together like water colours, and flow together like silver satin sliding over your skin. Smooth, and cool. So fragile, you feel as though it's falling apart right before your eyes, when it's actually completely intact.

She was thinking. Everything and nothing, and she didn't notice the people. She just walked through them, sliding around their corners with a whisper. Straight ahead, or on the ground, her gaze shifted and passed over the fleshy skeletons, waiting for something.

"Miss...?" he said. Waiting at the train station, he saw her, but she wasn't watching for him, or really listening. She felt as if she was still walking, going nowhere; everywhere. Smelling, tasting in the air the places she went.

"Miss?...Um..." he spoke again, nervous. Intrigued, but shy, as these men often were. It was a miracle he'd spoken at all, and even more of a miracle she spoke back.

Still walking, thinking, everything, nothing. The satin, the whispers. The piercing eyes, the double takes. The cliche of desolate winter.

The Dancers

When we dance, the sun fades away. We are filled with the darkness. We move in and out of nightmares searching for our bodies. Our souls free to roam in the shadows where no one can see.

When we dance, we spin and spin until our humanity falls. We are whole again. One single being, devouring all other life. Filling ourselves with the pain and joy of others.

When we dance, you, the observer, cease to exist. You are simply an object in the silence; deafened. We hear the drumming, the heartbeats, the voices.

We walk the sea of black looking for more. When we're pulled back to reality, we'll swallow you whole. For we run with the spirits of the broken and cold. We are the dancers. We are the dreamers.

Understated

Aggghhh.... I can't understand my life!
On one hand, it is the most amazing bubble and ball of cosmic energy that I can feed off of whenever I feel emotionally and physically and everythingly unstable.
And on the other hand, I want to turn around and punch whoever decided that I needed a "life lesson" to this degree so hard they won't walk the same way anymore. ei. JESUS.

I NEED TO PUNCH JESUS IN THE FACE.
But besides that, my life is actually so wonderful and amazing I am....so happy. A lot. Because everything is working out. Well, almost everything... the thigns that haven't worked out yet don't need to, or...y'know. I don't know what they are yet.
So, HUZZAH FOR KNOWING THINGS. HUZZAH FOR KNOWLEDGE! HUZZAH FOR SCIENCE CLASS AD MR.WEDMAN WHO IS ACTUALLY REALLY AWESOME EXCEPT THE BEING A NAZI BUSINESS.
Sorry. Needed to vent. Huzzah for air. <3