2003-01-29 - 10:49 p.m.

Without You ~ Bic Runga

Walk around the bathroom Fill the sink Wander round the kitchen Make a drink To occupy my time's my only wish I've rearranged the magnets, on my fridge Without you now, without you now Without you now, without you now Just can't make decisions Think what to do Turn on my television And think of you Splash my face with water Brush my teeth Your toothbrush gone from where it ought to be Without you now, without you now Without you now, without you now Do do do do­

~*~*~*~ today is my second day in a row without getting high. it's been rough. there's been times when i wish i had a huge nug to smoke to my dome. i kinda wish i did right now. i think then maybe i'd sleep better. but then again that was the whole point of taking a break from pot. i wanted to be able to fall asleep without having to smoke. for a long time that was the case, and i was forced to smoke before i went to bed or else i would be up all night long with random thoughts. and then once i got tired of random thoughts, i would retrace my thoughts back to where i started, kind of like the 6 degrees of kevin bacon ya know? where you try to figure out how you got from one point to the next. but i guess i picked a good time to start to nix the pot before bed because i happen to have been really tired this whole week. i like to push myself to limits, i've just begun to realize this now. i can't just relax and be content with where i am at, i have to yearn for more constantly. i'm never satisfied.

Drift Away ~ Dobie Gray

Day after day I'm more confused Yet I look for the light Through the pourin' rain You know that's a game that I hate to lose And I'm feeling the strain Ain't it a shame Oh, give me the beat, boys, and free my soul I want to get lost in your rock and roll And drift away Oh, give me the beat, boys, and free my soul I want to get lost in your rock and roll And drift away Beginning to think that I'm wasting time I don't understand the things I do The world outside looks so unkind Now I'm counting on you To carry me through Oh, give me the beat, boys, and free my soul I want to get lost in your rock and roll And drift away Oh, give me the beat, boys, and free my soul I want to get lost in your rock and roll And drift away And when my mind is free You know a melody can move me And when I'm feeling blue The guitar's coming through to soothe me Thanks for the joy that you're given me I want you to know I believe in your song Your rythm and rhyme and harmony You've helped me along Makin' me strong Oh, give me the beat, boys, and free my soul I want to get lost in your rock and roll And drift away Oh, give me the beat, boys, and free my soul I want to get lost in your rock and roll And drift away Na, na, now won't ya Won't ya take, oh ha ..take me away

~*~*~*~ well i have been rocking out to this song since i was born. and i think bakers dozen (all westover gurls should know that reference) almost sings it better than dobey himself. uncle kracker is just okay at the song. but seriously the boys from yale take the cake. a cappella, all male, could it get any better than that? i've become a statistic this week, i've fallen into the american idol trap. i often find myself questioning myself as to why i never tried out for that. i think i could have at least made it a couple rounds before the american people tossed me out due to my looks. i don't look like a popstar, but i can sing better than half of those who already have record deals...think britney...haha

Winter ~ The Rolling Stones

And it sure been a cold, cold winter and the wind ain't been blowin' from the south. It's sure been a cold, cold winter and a lotta love is all burned out. It sure been a hard, hard winter, my feet been draggin' 'cross the ground. And I hope it's gonna be a long, hot summer, and a lotta love will be burnin' bright. And I wish I been out in California when the lights on all the Christmas trees went out. But I been burnin' my bell, book and candle, and the restoration plays have all gone 'round. It sure been a cold, cold winter, my feet been draggin' 'cross the ground. And the fields has all been brown and fallow, and the springtime take a long way around. Yeah, and I wish I been out in Stone Canyon when the lights on all the Christmas trees went out. But I been burnin' my bell, book and candle, and the restoration plays have all gone 'round. Sometimes I think about you, baby, Sometimes I cry about you. Sometimes I wanna wrap my coat around you, Sometimes I wanna keep you warm. Sometimes I wanna wrap my coat around you,Sometimes I wanna but I can't afford you.

~*~*~*~ you know it is getting awfully cold outside these days. i've decided that i can deal with snow, but not with cold weather on non-snowing days. i mean i crave for the summer weather to be here right now. there's only so much one can do inside. and playstation is already becoming too repetitive for me. i love to read. it's cold in the basement. my toes are numb, i have another english test tomorrow that i'm dreading. but at least once 3:15pm comes i'm done with school again until monday, and even then thats just drawing. i dont have educational classes til tuesday. i'm ready for the weekend. i think i'm gonna still smoke on the weekends. i could never just give up on pot. its what makes me who i am. it's whats going to be filling my pockets with cash once i talk to my goddamn lawyer. i hate cipriano. she's the human version of satan. grr. i'm actually suprised she's not a femi-nazi. she certainly could be. maybe her husband is really a girl that just looks like a guy...haha. like that one chick on the uconn huskies womans team. damn i swear they give a couple black guys some weaves and some fake boobs to tape into sports bras and then start them at point guard or something. okay, i'm done allowing my cats time to pee outside. its too cold to maneuver my fingers across this keyboard. damn winter.

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