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quote for the day
"You see things; and you say, 'Why?' But I dream things that never were; and I say, 'Why not?'" "A lifetime of happiness! No man alive could bear it; it would be hell on earth. " -- George Bernard Shaw song of the moment
The Hand That Feeds You're keeping in step In the line Got your chin held high and you feel just fine Because you do What you're told But inside your heart it is black and it's hollow and it's cold Just how deep do you believe? Will you bite the hand that feeds? Will you chew until it bleeds? Can you get up off your knees? Are you brave enough to see? Do you want to change it? What if this whole crusade's A charade And behind it all there's a price to be paid For the blood On which we dine Justified in the name of the holy and the divine Just how deep do you believe? Will you bite the hand that feeds? Will you chew until it bleeds? Can you get up off your knees? Are you brave enough to see? Do you want to change it? So naive I keep holding on to what I want to believe I can see But I keep holding on and on and on and on Will you bite the hand that feeds you? Will you stay down on your knees? | home is where the bed is Tuesday. 6.8.04 2:38 am and thank god for that!  i am finally home from the new york new york. yay! now don't get me wrong. i absolutely loved new york! it was beautiful and fun and busy and loud and smelled of a million good things. but i am gald to be home and sleep in my own freaking bed. my dad asked me if i wanted to live there now. he knows i always have, but i think he really thought i wouldn't want to after i visited. well, he was wrong. i now want to go to colombia or nyu for med school. i mean, it's only about four years. i wouldn't ever want to raise kids there. but i would love to live there for a little while. i even have a general idea of where i would live. lindsey was prolly the best person to take me there too. she made it so much fun and she loves doing all the touristy crap that i like. we just had a really good time. unfortunately, now i have to pack in record time. gotta be ready by saturday, sunday at the absolute latest. it makes me want to cry every time i think about it. actually, sometimes i do, but shhh, don't tell. i also need to do some serious shopping this week. i need clothes for work. the boss says i can wear my daily stuff, but somehow, jeans and tank tops seem a little too casual. meh, we'll see. man, summer is gonna end up sucking. i am going to be gone from all my friends. i won't know hardly anyone. i'll just end up trying to come back down here as much as possible to keep myself sane. tis sad. i'm not ready to move out. i'm not ready to leave. i'm too freaking young to begin my own life.  ok, i'm going to bed. talk to you kids laters!  2 Comments.
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