"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, September 19, 2007

LIES!

Yep, I'm a liar. I said I wouldn't post until Sunday, but today is most definitely Wednesday. Way to tell time, Arty.

Anyway, this will be brief. All I have to say is that tomorrow is going to be a good day. It WILL be a good day. Because I was wrong--last week's days could be better than something else. These past three days have been very long... I'm glad they're over.

But tomorrow will be good. It has to be. It will be a good day. Anything life wants to throw at me, I will welcome with open arms. Wind up the pitch, Life, and chuck it. I'm game. I'm in.

I close with lyrics:

'Cause tomorrow's another day
And I'm thirsty anyway
So bring on the rain.
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