Hooplah.Org A Story of Graceful Stumbles

19Nov/99Off

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Only 5 more days until my 17th birthday.

Hey, I'm getting pretty good at this updating stuff. Mmm-hmm. Yesterday was a wasted day. I spent most of my afternoon finishing up that story I finished and posted yesterday, which after reading it tonight made me realize I probably should have waited and read it over and edited it some more. Oh well, I guess. I was just bored in the first place, that's the whole reason why I did. Because Alan, once again, super promised that he would be online yesterday, and chose to get a piece for a computer from a friend instead. I've had many talks about how that kind of shit makes me feel. I've told him in more detail than I would have liked. And when he's given enough time to forget the little things I say, he does it again.

But today he got pay back. I decided to go out with Stephen and just find ways to blow my pay check. I ended up getting a new watch, which is a lemon and sucks all together and I have to take it back. I also bought 3 CD's: The new Foo Fighters, Bush, and Eurythmics. Yeah. It was cool. Stephen got a Lords of Acid CD, I think. I can't remember everything.

There's this one song on the Eurythmics' CD that I love. And since I really have nothing else to write, I'm going to quote it. You can probably guess I like depressing music.

I've Tried Everything

The truth of life is the greatest gift


But I don't think I can make it fit

And who would guess it would come to this

When I've tried everything

And I should know but I can't explain

The endless noise sounding in my brain

Who would've thought

That you could feel such pain

When you've tried everything

Yeah you're a loser now

You're a loser now

I should be cool

But I'm burning hot

I should be good

But I fell apart

Don't look at me now don't even start

Cause I've tried everything

Yeah... you're a loser now

Yeah... You're a loser now.

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