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happiness... is not a fish that you can catch.

first and foremost, please allow me to say i have the best friends in the world.

i've got a case of the sundays. i think i need some sort of anti anxiety medication because i am positively loathing this upcoming 5 day school week. i've been nursing this pounding headache since i woke up this morning. let's hope a nice, heavy dose of antihistamine medication will ease that. sleep wash over meeeeeeeeeee.

monday:
mom leaves
make up work after school.
make churro dough for sra. castro.
tulane admissions thing at the westin with rye.

tuesday:
foreign language noche.
music theory test that i've successfully avoided for two weeks.

wednesday:
huge physics paper rough draft due.
work.

thursday:
doctor's appointment (i think?)
mom comes home.

friday:
work.
st. Matties day at mattienandy's

"Ghost Man On Third"
Taking Back Sunday

Jynx me something crazy
Thinking if it's three
then I'm as smooth as the skin
rolls across the small of your back
It's too bad it's not my style
If you need me
I'm out and on the parkway,
patient and waiting for headlights,
dressed in a fashion that's fitting to the
inconsistencys of my moods

It's times like these, where silence means everything
And no one is to know about this
It's times like these, where silence means everything
And no one is to know about this

It's a campaign of distraction
and revisionist history, oh

It's a shame I don't think that they'll notice
(it's a shame, I don't think that they'll notice)
It's a shame I doubt they even care
(it's a shame I doubt they even care)
No one is to know about this

It's a shame I don't think that they'll notice
(it's a shame, I don't think that they'll notice)
It's a shame I doubt they even care
(it's a shame I doubt they even care)
Don't let me down

But whatever I have gettin myself into
maybe has been slicing inches from my waist
It's my fist vs. the bottle
(and thank god you weren't there...)
And that's how bad could this hurt
or against I won't feel a thing
(and thank god you weren't there...)
I tell you all about it
It's just not working out
(...to watch me hit bottom)
not working out

It's a campaign of distraction
and revisionist history, oh

It's a shame I don't think that they'll notice
(it's a shame, I don't think that they'll notice)
It's a shame I doubt they even care
(it's a shame I doubt they even care)
No one is to know about this

It's a shame I don't think that they'll notice
(it's a shame, I don't think that they'll notice)
It's a shame I doubt they even care
(it's a shame I doubt they even care)
No one has to know about this
Don't let me down

This is why we were taught so much better than this
This is why we were taught so much better than this

This is what living like this does
This is what living like this does
This is what living like this does
This is what living like this does
This is what living like this does
This is what living like this does
This is what living like this does
This is what living like this does
This is what living like this does

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