Currently watching Closer. Such a screwed up idea of love. They throw around that word like it's a frisbee at a picnic. Shouldn't love be more? How can you possibly say you love someone and then go around and have sex with some other person. Does sex not mean anything any more? What does love really mean to people any more? Nothing. Just another word. Just something to say to try to get what you want. And that's just sad. Just sad that something once so special is tainted in the world today.
Such parallels drawn in this movie. Oh the irony.
Still in such a Fall Out Boy mood. Great music.
People are getting back and it's pretty nice to see everyone again. Terre Haute is beginning to feel like it aught to. And that is mighty nice.
Had dinner with Elaine tonight. It was nice to talk to her again. I am so jealous of her surfing trip. I really want to try that. Anyone wanna go to San Diego?
Not much to say tonight that I can post on a blog. I should call my dad tomorrow. I could use his advice.
I think I will simply leave you with some Fall Out Boy.
She says she's no good with words but I'm worse
Barely stuttered out
"A joke of a romantic" or {just} stuck to my tongue
Weighed down with words too over-dramatic
Tonight it's "it can't get much worse"
Vs. "no one should ever feel like.."
I'm two quarters and a heart down
And I don't want to forget how your voice sounds
These words are all I have so I'll write them
So you need them just to get by
Dance, Dance
We're falling apart to half time
Dance, Dance
And these are the lives you'd love to lead
Dance, this is the way they'd love
If they knew how misery loved me
You always fold just before you're found out
Drink up its last call
Last resort
But only the first mistake and I...
I'm two quarters and a heart down
And I don't want to forget how your voice sounds
These words are all I have so I'll write them
So you need them just to get by
Why don't you show me the little bit of spine
You've been saving for his mattress, love
Dance, Dance
We're falling apart to half time
Dance, Dance
And these are the lives you'd love to lead
Dance, this is the way they'd love
If they knew how misery loved me
Why don't you show me the little bit of spine
You've been saving for his mattress (mattress, mattress)
I only want sympathy in the form of you crawling into bed with me
Dance, Dance
We're falling apart to half time
Dance, Dance
And these are the lives you'd love to lead
Dance this is the way they'd love (way they'd love)
Dance this is the way they'd love (way they'd love)
Dance this is the way they'd love
If they knew how misery loved me
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A lot of ppl have messed up versions of "love". If I hear one more chick say she loves her boyfriend after being with him a week, but sleeping with him for 3 I'm going to lose it. And note to people, stop being whores, save something for marriage. Not that everyone who has sex before marriage is a whore, but there are some people that really toe the line. Then there's some that can't even see the line anymore. Sorry that really gets to me too.
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