Me.
Keeping It Mum.
Saturday, March 28, 2009
I'm relying on little more than memories to keep me warm.
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An Old Favourite.
Monday, March 16, 2009
One more day down
Everybody has those days
Where one soft sweet song's
Just enough to clear my head
Fall on real life
Is anybody left there sane?
If we slide on over and accept fate
Then its bound to be a powerful thing
If it's just that you're weak
Can we talk about it
Its gettin' so damn creepy
Just nursing this ghost of chance
The fiction, the romance
And the technicolor dreams
Of black and white people
One boy head strong
Thinks that living here's just plain
Hes pushed down so hard
You can hear him start to sink
And it's one last round of petty conversation
You hold on boy cuz
You won't go down like this?
Just roll on over
Lay down till it's more than you can take
If it's just that you're weak
Can we talk about it
Its gettin' so damn creepy
Just nursing this ghost of chance
The fiction, the romance
And the technicolor dreams
Of black and white people
So one more day down
And everybody's changin'
One soft sweet sound
Is just enough to clear my head
If it's just that you're weak
Can we talk about it
Its gettin' so damn creepy
Just nursing this ghost of chance
The fiction, the romance
And the technicolor dreams
Of black and white people
Yeah if you're weak
Can we talk about it
Its gettin' so damn creepy
Just nursing this ghost of chance
The fiction, the romance
And the technicolor dreams
Of black and white people
We are black and white people
We are black and white people
We are black and white people
- Black and White People, Matchbox Twenty -
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Painting Walls Without Rollers.
Friday, March 13, 2009
Gah.
I spent the last nine hours of my life studying. And the best bit is, I've been studying two very different fields of education - engineering and accounting. Why? Because they relate mainly to theories, therefore qualifying me as a natural tutor (don't ask me how).
This is particularly tough - I'm learning from nothing but books. For all my time spent in college, I learned by listening - whether it be what the lecturers threw at me, the questions my classmates asked, or just "listening" to the environment. I always took down notes of what I thought was important, but even then it was rare that I ever actually read them.
Textbooks? They were just there as a backup - but I never truly used them. I just can't study by reading, which is probably the main reason why my parents think I don't spend enough time studying - they almost never see me reading notes/textbooks.
And now I've got a headache - reading, reading, re-reading, reading, re-reading... I'm just not cut out for this! Throw away the textbook, give me just a part of the overall picture and I swear I'd be able to draw out everything you didn't show me. That's how I work. And I damn-well know that I'm great when I work this way.
Thought I'd give myself a little break by blogging. Guess this is as far as it goes - already I'm behind schedule. Time to... reread that particular section for the fifteenth time.
Hmph.
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Just Another.
Saturday, March 7, 2009
I could be somewhere else tonight.
I want to be somewhere else tonight.
I want... that. Just that.
But I'm here tonight.
And there's little more I can say about it all.
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Broken Shackles.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Hurrah.
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