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If I Find Myself Caught In Love, I'll Do Whatever I Damn Well Please, Mister. Well--pardon my French--fuck. I had a dream last night, and in the process, had some very profound and wonderful thought. And it wasn't just one of those things your mind THINKS makes sense, even though it doesn't, because your mind is all kinds of weird when you dream. It really was pretty neat. And in my dream, I thought, "I should put that in my diary."Of course, I promptly forgot it. When I wasn't thinking up pearls of wisdom in my dream, I was meeting Adam Brody at one of those mall stands where you get hats embroidered. It was really him too, not Adam Brody but not really. Because that happens in dreams, it's Adam Brody but really it's some kid from algebra. No, it was Adam, and he made me a hat with a troll doll on it. It had pink hair. He was trying to get back part of his normal life or something. It was nice, I was the only one who realized it was him. Earlier today, I walked up the street to deliver some cookies for my sister. I was standing at the door of what turned out to be an empty house, ringing the bell and looking around, and it was grey and there was no one to be seen, no one anywhere. And all of the sudden, I had one of those awful moments where you can't help but think, "My life isn't exactly how I'd like it to be and that is cause for depression." I felt like sitting down right there on the street and crying. And it seemed like such a big deal right then and there. And that, my friends, is why being a teenager is not so far off from being a toddler. That "If You Find Yourself Caught In Love" song by Belle & Sebastian irks me to no end. It's probably their only song that I don't like. (So of course it makes sense to post the lyrics.)
2004-03-14 @ 9:04 p.m. |