"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

Thursday, September 20, 2007

More lies.

So I really lied. Because I have a few minutes right now to post [a few minutes I didn't expect to have] and I intend to squander them properly.

Not much to say--instead, something to show. I made this video weeks ago and now, finally, I have the time to upload it. I apologize ahead of time for the ape-like wet hair in the background. Sorry, folks, but some of us don't have hours in the morning to dry our hair.

Bam! Here it is.


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