"She's in love, and the world gets blurry
She makes mistakes, and she's in no hurry to grow up
'Cause grownups, they don't understand her
Well it's a big, big world out there, but she's not scared...
She finds hope in the strangest places
She reads her books, and she knows the faces
Of everyone that ever said she's alone
She knows every word to the saddest songs
And she sings along, though her friends all tell her
That she can't sing...
She's eighteen, much too young
To know what a kiss like that would mean
But her lips, they were no stranger to the touch
And she likes it way too much."
--Mayday Parade, So Far Away

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Lesson #11-12

I've decided to simply add to my "Lessons" list every time I come up with a new one. Today I feature two new lessons, numbers eleven and twelve.

#11- Make sure your cell phone is set to vibrate before you go to bed. Unless, of course, you want to be awoken by a very loud song, pulled instantaneously from a very deep sleep, and consequently thrown into the wall [headfirst, mind you] on the opposite side of your bedroom because you're scared by the noise and too dysfunctional in the morning to figure out where the phone is instead of the wall. You'd be surprised how much it hurts when you lose your balance and crash... I was informed that it sounded like a large door slamming shut.

#12- Don't get a hot coffee drink on a summer afternoon, especially while you're wandering around a scorching parking lot and sweating like a crazy person. Despite popular belief, your body temperature will rise. Call off the investigation--I've figured it out. Heat!

Ha. Welcome to a little place called Common Sense, Arty.

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