such a waste of time Monday, November 13, 2006

yes that’s really how i feel

AAAAAAAAAARGHHGGSHGGHEKJFSDKHGKHarfpiejfdldgvklad Monday, November 13, 2006

holy crap existence is so big. Monday, November 13, 2006

How Hubble Killed God.

Name for my next dance piece Monday, November 13, 2006

“What comes before Part B?”

I’m a fermata Monday, November 13, 2006

I’m a fermata.

Hold me.

so this is goodbye - Stina Nordenstam Monday, November 13, 2006

so this is goodbye
so this is how you say it
these are the words
its the voice youre using
its the picture youve seen
so this is goodbye
so this is how you say it
this is the time it takes you
it didnt take you a lot now did it?
it didnt hurt you a lot now did it?

so this is goodbye
so this is how you spell it
where you place it in your mouth
what happens if I didnt hear you?
what happens if it wasnt serious?
well I was around
maybe it was you I came to see
maybe it was you who invited me
i remember your eyes were on me
i remember your eyes were on me
goodbye

Tymps (The Sick in the Head Song) - Fiona Apple Monday, November 13, 2006

“Tymps (The Sick In The Head Song)”

Those boon times went bust
My feet of clay, they dried to dust
The red isn’t the red we painted
Its just rust
And the signature thing
That used to bring a following
I have trouble now
Even remembering

So why did I kiss him so hard
Late last Friday night
And keep on letting him change all my plans
I’m either so sick in the head
I need to be bled dry, to quit
Or I just really used to love him
I sure hope thats it

I knew that to keep in touch
Would do me deep in dutch
Cuz it isn’t the rush of remembering
Its just mush
And the signature thing
Is only growing harrowing
I should have no trouble now
To keep from following

So why did I kiss him so hard
Late last Friday night
And keep on letting him change all my plans
I’m either so sick in the head
I need to be bled dry, to quit
Or I just really used to love him
I sure hope thats it

Those boon times went bust
My feet of clay, they dried to dust
The red isn’t the red we painted
Its just rust
And the signature thing
That used to bring a following
I have trouble now
Even remembering

So why did I kiss him so hard
Late last Friday night
And keep on letting him change all my plans
I’m either so sick in the head
I need to be bled dry, to quit
Or I just really used to love him
Or I just really used to love him
Or I just really used to love him
I sure hope that’s it

A Quiet Thing lyrics Monday, November 13, 2006

When it all comes true
Just the way you planned
It’s funny but the bells don’t ring
It’s a quiet thing.

When you hold the world
In your trembling hand.
You think you’d hear a choir sing
It’s a quiet thing.

There are no exploding fireworks
Where’s the roaring of the crowds?
Maybe it’s the strange new atmosphere
Way up here among the clouds

Happiness comes in on tiptoe
Well what d’ya know
It’s a quiet thing.
A very quiet thing.

Watch out. Schrodinger will shank you. Pro - probably Monday, November 13, 2006

Schrodinger’s cat, for those not in the know.

If you like Scrubs Monday, November 13, 2006

If you like Scrubs, here is a site that has all of the episodes. Pretty okay!