I'm weird, here's proof

Wednesday, January 31, 2007

Blame it on the Inversion

Everything smells/tastes like exhaust
I can't see my mountain
I've forgotten what the sun looks like
When my hair swings in my face, instead of smelling like conditioner and the sweet scent of my green Paul Mitchell hair goo, it smells like industrial supplies. Just one more simple pleasure wrested from me.
Everyone I know is feeling more depressed. Most of all me.
Outside is in no way beautiful.
Did I mention the headaches?
This is all the inversion's fault.

Bad grades? Inversion
Oh, I'm sorry, I punched you in the face? It's cause of the inversion

Tuesday, January 02, 2007

Monday, January 01, 2007

I may be crazy

There's been this tune running in my head all day. What is it? It's light and carefree, and I can't shake the feeling that it comes before something else. Like the theme song of a TV show. Except it's not that. It also makes me laugh. Help.