The Weakerthans - Aside

for once i finished my Japanese homework before the day itself.
so i don’t have to spend a beautiful afternoon slaving over last minute shukudai.
i’ll probably go shopping later.

next Wed’s Mich’s birthday. … i don’t know am i going.
if i go, i’m going to have to figure out what to wear.
i hate my hesitation, but i really am uncertain if i can make it.
and it’s going to be so weird because i haven’t seen the Morris people for so long.

anyway! being on Facebook has at least cured me of the Friendster addiction.
that’s neither here nor there, really.
one evil is not exactly better than the other.

i want to get my paws on the Wedding Crashers OST!
‘Aside‘ by The Weakerthans is simply brilliant.
omgomgomg, i love the music. ♥

The Weakerthans - ‘Aside’

measure me in metered lines, in one decisive stare,
the time it takes to get from here to there.
my ribs that show through t-shirts and these shoes i got for free;
i’m unconsoled, i’m lonely.
i am so much better than i used to be.

terrified of telephones and shopping malls and knives,
and drowning in the pools of other lives.
rely a bit to heavily on alcohol and irony.
get clobbered on by courtesy, in love with love, and lousy poetry.

and i’m leaning on this broken fence between past and present tense.
and i’m losing all those stupid games that i swore i’d never play.
but it almost feels okay.

circumnavigate this body of wonder and uncertainty.
armed with every precious failure, and amateur cartography,
i breathe in deep before i spread those maps out on my bedroom floor.

and i’m leaving. wave goodbye.
and i’m losing, but i’ll try, with the last ways left, to remember.
sing my imperfect offering.

shirt dresses are “all the rage” (zomg, Mint-lingo) in Japan.
though i imagined they’ll be shorter in hem length than the ones in the photos on the page.

i’ve been reading some other romance authors lately.
i picked up an anthology of romance stories by Linda Howard, Emilie Richards and Sherryl Woods.
and zomg, i love the first one by Linda Howard. it was really intense.
and Saxon Malone’s childhood made me cry.

i’m super annoyed by the fact that i can’t get my hands on Tidings of Great Joy by Sandra Brown.
i read it once, and it is turning out to be one of the most elusive titles ever.
i should probably grab the chance to read Jane Feather and Johanna Lindsey’s newer novels when i have it, too.