24th
March
2004
Well, I’m going to New Mexico tomorrow (no passport needed).
I plan on consuming as much Mexican Coke as I can obtain during my stay. No, not that Mexican Coke… I’m talking about the cane sugar sweetened soft drink (as opposed to the inferior corn syrup sweetened version that is sold domestically).
Also on the itinerary is a visit to one of the best Mexican restaurants at which I’ve ever had the pleasure to eat: Maria’s Mexican Kitchen.
I’ve yet to pack.
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17th
March
2004
Loose Leaves by Bright Eyes:
Well, the story’s in the soil. Loose leaves cover the ground.
There’s volumes in the forest no one reads out loud.
If I could take them down off of that mountain shelf
we used to climb but no one tries to go up that far now.
Yeah we’re all too busy working, entertaining ourselves,
40 hours, television and prescription pills.
Well, I take two a day to make my brain behave.
It never does but who’s to say, at least my doctor gets paid.
So that’s fine, yeah come by, we will take the afternoon off.
We can kiss and undress or if you want just talk.
‘Cause I’ve got nothing real, just empty space to fill.
And you’re my girl, I like your style, just imagine all the time we could kill.
And time’s not poison but once you drink it all you’ll die.
So lets just sip it real slow, yeah we can nurse it all night.
Try to believe that once its gone they’ll pour another round, we’ll come back to life.
It’s all moving faster now, well, that’s what they say,
And though some days still take forever I can’t disagree.
Because it seems to me that I wake up and sleep,
look in the mirror, have no idea what happened in between.
But I remember counting days down until the year could be done,
so I could scatter all my notebooks on the prep school lawn
and disappear again into a summer’s bliss
of staying out and sleeping in and getting drunk with my friends.
And that’s gone now and I know that it won’t ever come back.
I accept. I won’t cling to what I had in the past.
But life’s a slippery slope, regret’s the steepest hill.
Hope for the best, plan for the worst and maybe wind up somewhere in the middle.
And I’m not saying that I know what I want.
But I know what I don’t, don’t want to rot in my room
and never know what could have been, believe what everyone else tells me is true.
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