Sunday, March 21, 2010

A song that is temporarily my favorite.

I feel like I can relate to this song. A lot, sometimes :)
Read the lyrics, and you'll be able to understand me better.
Or not. **

Skeleton Song - Kate Nash

Skeleton you are my friend
But you are made of bone
And you have got no flesh and blood
Running through you to help protect the bone

Skeleton we have been friends for years
And you have seen me through some trials
And tribulations and some tears
But everybody thinks I'm weird

And I should have known
That it wouldn't be long
Until you, you've got me standing in an awkward position
With unwanted attention and a need for explanation
And it's not that I'm letting go of you
But I don't know what to do

Skeleton we are so close
But you have got no body
So why do you insist on wearing clothes

Skeleton when we were young
It was easy
Even though the other kids
They would tease me
But I was only seven I had you
But now I'm twenty-two

And now it's different, when I take you out
And you, you've got me standing in an awkward position
With unwanted attention and a need for explanation
And it's not that I'm letting go of you
But I don't know what to do

And sometimes at night,
I dream of the most terrible things
I take a hammer and I creep out of bed
And I raise it high
And I smash your head
Fibular and tubular
And ribs and cages, too
In fact, while I'm here
I'll smash the whole of you

Smaaaaaaaaaaash !

But Skeleton, you are my friend
And I could never bring your life to an end
Yes Skeleton you are, you are my friend
And I will be there for you until the end

And even though, when I take you out
You've got me, you've got me standing in an awkward position
With unwanted attention and a need for explanation
I could, I could never let you go

And that is all I know
And that is all I know
And that is all I, that is all I know
And that is all I know, know

** Okay, okay. I don't really relate to this song. But it does make me smile. I'd say I can relate to it a little . . . it's just a funny/weird song that I like . . . and I kind of wanted to post something on my blog. :) My next post will be better, I pinky promise. If you get the chance, listen to this song. Okay? Okay.

Monday, March 8, 2010

CherryendswithacapitalTandthatrimeswithPandthatstandsforMary

Dear Cherry,

As we both know, you are the only one who really reads my blog, so I'm going to post this one just for YOU.

A few exciting things happened today that I thought you should know about.

  1. I thought the bank stole my money. They actually didn't. I deposited my last check from NAPA on Saturday, and it still hasn't shown up on my account balances yet. Dad said it's because it takes one to two (1-2-2. Ha.) business days for it to clear. PHEEWWWW! For now, I believe, the bank has not stolen my money. With today's world you never can be sure...
  2. I changed my shirt IN THE MIDDLE OF THE PARKING LOT today. Wow, huh? It's just... for reasons that should not be mentioned on a public blog, It wasn't acceptable today. I just wanted to wear my tie-dye one instead, really. (Tie-die, for me is just like comfort food is for other people.) ANYWAY. With the mad skills you taught me when we were wee (weeeeeee!) little girls, I was able to change into my new shirt WITHOUT showing my tummy, or even my shoulders. That takes skillllllll.
  3. I forgot shoes to school today. One may ask, "How in the world do you do that??" Well, I'm not really a fan of shoes, and I had my swimming class first, so! I didn't wear shoes. Who knew I'd need them for the rest of my classes? But don't worry, though I didn't find any socks, I did (luckily) have a pair of old (slightly less fashionable) running shoes in the back to protect my feetlings. (Hahahaha. Feetlings. Remember you are not a fan of my feetlings?)
  4. I love you. Every day, I think of you. Yes, yes, YOU. If I was Napoleon, and you were Pedro, I'd do a dance so everyone would vote for you for president. You'd win.

Those are my main stories, though I could think of more if I really wanted to. This is already a novel, so I won't. I'll just tell them to you next time you instant message me when I'm in class or something.

I loveeeee you.

Love, Pomegranate.

Thursday, March 4, 2010

MIKAAAAAA!

Dear Becca,

First off, I've abducted your blog. mwahaha.

Now, the reason I am here now: as you may recall, in your honor, I went to the Mika concert. Before this December, I didn't exactly like Mika. You know that. But then we got his second CD and you abducted me and drove me around into the boonies blasting "Blue Eyes". Maybe it was you, maybe it was the stars that night, maybe it was because Mom made me go with you...I don't know why but a seed was planted that day. A seed of Mika. As time passed, the seed just sat there until I went to London and started missing you. One day the ache in my heart was so great that I had to listen to the music you love. The seed started to grow a little bit. After a few of these moment of weakness, I found out my bunkmate was a huge fan of Mika. This only added to my interest, and I opened my heart a little more, to let the guy have a chance. After 29 days, the seed grew into a flower. And I really liked Mika. This leads me to Monday. Seeing him on stage, this really like turned into love. And as he sang "We are Golden" and gold confetti rained from the ceiling, the love was cemented. It was one of my favorite performances since I've been here, and definitely my favorite concert ever. My friends and I definitely stood out as crazy Americans. The majority of the Brits wore dark street clothes, and they stood rather still .We jumped, sang, screamed, danced, and dressed to impress(ish). Becca, I hope you know, this was in your honor. 57% of my love for Mika and my joy from this occasion was actually love for you.
Love,
Mary

NOTE TO FOLLOWERS OF BECCA: Becca is cool, and smells like pomegranates. mmmm.