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4.19.2008

 
[same old familiar feeling]

yup it's been quite a while since i last posted, now that i'm (relatively) free (oh, for about the next 48 hours?) i thought i might as well dust off the old blog, see what fixer-upping i could do. so i think i've managed to get rid of the annoying popup ad that stuck around long after its parent commenting service expired, i've re-enabled blogger comments on every blog post (doesn't really make a difference since nobody comments anyway) and i've tidied up the left-hand navigation bar. now the unvisited links aren't in an invisible shade of orange, they're actually legible [unlike my writing!]. i briefly considered changing the template, but couldn't find anything i liked, and decided i may as well stick with this one. :)

so what's happened? from the last post til now - not much, to be honest. i've almost come to the end of my first year on the wards but i still do as little work/reading up as is humanly possible, i dread to think about my exam results... waiting for the day i start research again, just because it's something different, i guess.

sometimes i sit back and think im such a big fraud - i don't deserve all this, and i'm certainly not working hard enough to justify it. then i go watch some tv (bet you didn't see that coming) and something comes up that strikes a chord in me. this time it was season 1 ep 5 of dirty sexy money, it's all about responsibility and growing up. the funny thing is that i'm overly responsible when it comes to other people - i'm only terribly irresponsible when i'm dealing with myself. can't seem to figure out why.. perhaps i indulge myself a bit too much.

also, for my loyal readers - yes i know i'm a terrible friend, and i beat myself up about it constantly. if you're still reading, drop me a line. been getting quite disillusioned lately with the people around me(!)

Third Eye Blind - Semi-Charmed Life

Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo...
Im packed and Im holding Im smiling
She living she golden and she lives for me
Says she lives for me
Ovation her own motivation
She comes round and she goes down on me
And I make her smile
Like a drug for you
Do ever what you want to do
Coming over you
Keep on smiling what we go through
One stop to the rhythm that divides you
And I speak to you like the chorus to the verse
Chop another line like a coda with a curse
Come on like a freak show takes the stage
We give them the games we play
She said I want something else
To get me through this
Semi-charmed kind of life baby baby
I want something else
Im not listening when you say
Good-bye
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo...
The sky was gold, it was rose
I was taking sips of it to my nose
And I wish I could get back there
Some place back there
Smiling in the pictures you would take
Doing crystal myth
Will lift you up until you break
It wont stop, I wont come down, I keep stock
With a tick tock rhythm and a bump for the drop
And then I bumped up
I took the hit I was given
Then I bumped again
And then I bumped again she said
How do I get back there to
The place where I fell asleep inside you
How do I get myself back to
The place where you said
I want something else to get me through this
Semi-charmed kind of life baby baby
I want something else
Im not listening when you say
Good-bye
I believe in the sand beneath my toes
The beach gives a feeling an earthy feeling
I believe in the faith that grows
And the four right chords can make me cry
When Im with you I feel like I could die
And that would be all right, all right

[removed from radio edit]

When the plane came in
She said she was crashing
The velvet it rips in the city we tripped
On the urge to feel alive but now Im struggling to survive
Those days you were wearing that velvet dress
Youre the priestess I must confess
Those little red panties they pass the test
Slides up around the belly
Face down on the mattress
One, and you hold me and were broken
Still its all that I want to do just a little now
Feel myself heavy as the ground
Im scared but Im not coming down no no
And I wont run for my life
Shes got her jaws now locked down in a smile
But nothing is all right, all right

[/removed from radio edit]

I want something else
To get me through this life baby
I want something else
Not listening when you say
Good-bye
Good-bye
Good-bye
Good-bye
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo...
The sky was gold it was rose
I was taking sips of it to my nose
And I wish I could get back there someplace
Back there in the place we used to
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo...
I want something else





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