"i wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes; then you'd know what a drag it is to see you"

I'm procrastinating. Again. Like always. What else is new, right? Hell, I'm actually procrastinating writing this blog. Shame, right?

I'm supposed to be writing a paper for my English 102 class from last quarter explaining why I deserve a passing grade, and it's not going too well. Mostly because I haven't a clue why I have to write this paper. How on earth did I not get a passing grade, right?

But anyway, I'm probably going to transfer from this hellhole anyhow. Wright State is terrible. It sucks. The University of Washington is at the top of my list right now, but it's pretty damn expensive for out-of-state students.

Also, listen to some Dylan and watch Forgetting Sarah Marshall.


why don't you just call me the libertine: redux
i hear kentucky is nice this time of year
or at least it has to be better than here
but i really don't think it'd take all that much
to be better than this place called here
because here isn't somewhere else
it's just just here, still right here
and here isn't where i want to be
or at least i don't think that here is there
but it seems to be confusing at times, i think
and i forget where here is even sometimes
or at least that's what i try to tell myself
in order to make the time jusy fly on by
but that only seems to work just part of the time
and the rest of the time, well,
that's when i let our a great big damn sigh
and scream out a god awful cry
and i plant my sandal-clad feet upon the ground -
you know, the ones they say jesus likes to wear -
and i walked and i walked and i walked
oh goddamn did i walk
i walked so far that i landed in a place called seattle
and it tickled my fancy just a little bit, i think
'cause i cannot recall ever having been there before
except maybe in another life as a feline
or hell, it might've even been as the ayatollah
but then i realized that i was falling
and boy did it hurt when i landed on that needlepoint
but then i looked around and didn't seem to mind so much
because i think i had the best view in town
and sometimes i'd like to think that everyone is a little jealous
when they see me sitting up so high in the air
and that's what keeps me going sometimes, i think
for that's the kind of feeling that you need sometimes
it gives you that warm, fuzzy feeling inside
and makes you think that everything is going to be just fine
but then you make one wrong little move
and everything slips and falls and the ground comes crashing up
and that's not a fun feeling when your face is smashed on the pavement
your senses become overwhelmed with a sensation of red and sodium
and it's not really all that pleasant a sight to those around
and especially not to your guardian angel
but she wasn't too fond of having to follow after you anyhow
nor was she fond of your inconvenient perch
for she's actually afraid of heights, which is a little ironic when you think about it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zicR2P3wb1Q