elvis costello will do it everytime.

nodding off to sleep on the bus ride here this afternoon.

i haven't been very.. i've had some strange sleeping hours, and thursday i was drinking even though i wasn't sure i wanted to, and i haven't been very happy the past couple of weeks.. and nick deserves my apologies because while i haven't 'taken it out' on him, i've certainly been involving him.. and he doesn't deserve that nonsense.. why does the nighttime make me like that? the sun begins to go down and the thought of sitting in that place for hours and hours until i can get up and leave is suffocating. once i get the car.. it will be better (there's always something). it already is better.

because i am up and down and back and forth unstable like whoa.. but today it is a good thing.

elvis started at seven thirty this morning.. two and a half bus stop trips, grocery stores, and room cleaning. a load of laundry and earthbound. because what better way is there to fight what ails you then to clean your room, hm? i can't think of one.

i always forget how much i like this. 'extreme honey'. there are songs i want to dance to and songs i want to sing to (at the top of my lungs in public places) and songs i want to share and even the songs that should make me sad make me happy. happy happy joy joy.

up and down.

there is magic in every season
the other side of summer
doot doot doot doot
the teenage girl is crying cause she don't look like a million dollars so help her if you can cause she don't seem to have the attention span
ba;sdjfal;sjas;ldsurf
the other side of summer

do the bird? something hills of astroturf?
i don't know.
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