Oh, well imagine
As I'm pacing the pews in a church corridor
And I can't help but to hear
No, I can't help but to hear an exchanging of words
"What a beautiful wedding
What a beautiful wedding," says the bridesmaid to a waiter
"And, yes, but what a shame
What a shame the poor groom's bride is a whore."
I chime in with a
"Haven't you people ever heard of closing the goddamn door?"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense
of poise and rationality
I chime in
"Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of
Oh, well in fact
Well I'll look at it this way
I mean, technically, our marriage is saved
Well this calls for a toast
So pour the champagne
That song is AWESOME. I am in love with it. It's so pretty and the story is sad, but on a more basic level, or perhaps more complex, depending on how you look at it, it has a very important message. And it's so pretty.
Archery was. Interesting. Krista and I spent the entire time habitually smacking each other over the head and insulting each other. I swear to god, I don't act that way with any of my other friends, really, but she is one of my closest friends. It's kind of insane. Anyway, spent half the time flirting with this guy (I don't even know his name - how uncharacteristic of me is that?). It was. Well, like I said, interesting. Er. *shifty eyes* BUT. I think I made a friend of this guy, because of course we were just joking around.
Then. And I deserve to shoot myself for this. We (Krista, Kate, and I) went to McDonald's and got McFlurries and spent the whole drive back to my house talking about how Krista's gonna get her permit in five days, or will be old enough to anyway, and Kathleen will be able to in about a week, and I'll be able to in about two or three. EXCITING. So, back to boycotting McDonald's. I swear, my convictions are even more wavering than people were accusing Kerry's of being back in the Great But Tragic Election of 2004. Oh god, don't remind me. Those were truly tragic times... Er. Right. Permits. DRIVING.
Oh. And games. I need to relearn the capitals of all the states in America - I swear, I didn't know Mississippi, Arkansas, or. Well, it would be easier to name the capitals of the states I did know. God, I am pathetic.
Madison was supposed to send me the script of a conversation I had with her, because in a moment of thoughtless action I stupidly exited the window. But she didn't send it so I don't have it. Boo. Oh well, I'll ask her for it tomorrow, and if she doesn't have it, that's too bad, so sad. Le sigh.
Man, I've just been reminded how much I love Nickelback. Thanks to Tristan.
Well I hope that since we're here anyway
That we could end up saying
Things we've always needed to say
So we could end up staying
Now the story's played out like this
Just like a paperback novel
Let's rewrite an ending that fits
Instead of a Hollywood horror
I love that song. Ever since they stopped playing it on the radio I've had brief snatches of it caught in my head, but I've never been able to really remember it. Now that Tristan has sent it to me, I am super happy. My play list has turned into such an awesome playlist, mostly thanks to Tristan, Madison, and varying fanmix communities around livejournal. Stupid dial up does nothing to help, but. Happy now? Oh yeah.
Well, not sure what else to say. There's been some little part of me that screams, "You're depressed!" and it's been here since, oh, December. But all I have to do is talk to Tristan, and Krista, and Madison, and, poof, that little voice is SQUASHED. SQUASHED, I tells you, because that is what friends do to depression. They squash it. Like a bug. A bug that gets squashed.
Okay. I've lost my sanity for the day. Must go collect it again by reading or. Something.
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