"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

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

Law & Triscuits

I'm only human. And unfortunately, like any other human, I have my addictions.

The newest: Law & Order with a box of Triscuits.

Is that normal? I don't think so. I finally got out of my hummus phase around mid-August, so now I've moved on to just Triscuits. They really do taste better with a good L&O rerun, too...

So the past two days--which have sucked more than school days usually suck--I have spent a good hour and a half laying on the couch in my family room munching on Triscuits and occasionally falling asleep.

It's sort of...nice. I don't have to think. I don't even have to stay conscious, if I so choose. I can just sit there and stare blankly at a pretty talking TV and throw a cracker into my mouth every few minutes.

Oh, humans. So impulsive. So weird. Well, I am, anyway.
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