Day #6 - a song that reminds you of somewhere
You believe in authority.
I believe in myself.
I'm a molotov cocktail.
You're Dom Perignon.
Baby, what's that...
confused look in your eyes?
What I'm trying to say is that...
I burn down buildings
While you sit on a shelf
inside of them.
You call the cops
On the looters and piethrowers.
They call it class war,
I call it co-conspirators!
I believe in myself.
I'm a molotov cocktail.
You're Dom Perignon.
Baby, what's that...
confused look in your eyes?
What I'm trying to say is that...
I burn down buildings
While you sit on a shelf
inside of them.
You call the cops
On the looters and piethrowers.
They call it class war,
I call it co-conspirators!
Against Me! Reminds me of Florida! Anytime I hear this song I think of palm trees, navy men, sunburns, and tattoos! I was pretty sure I'd already shared "Thrash Unreal" by them.. that song always tingles my nostalgic feelings of being beautiful and independent in the sulfer er, um sunshine state! ;) But... since I missed a couple days, I figured this was a fitting song because I was busy getting into a series of blood boiling predicaments. (I'm non-violent, mind you) with people for hatin' on my family! I'm not great with confrontation... actually, I suck at it, but if you have something to say about my family or friends, then I guess I do too! And if I'm talking, good luck not hearing it ;)
No, I won't take your hand
And marry the State.
Cause baby, I'm an anarchist.
You're a spineless liberal.
We marched together
And marry the State.
Cause baby, I'm an anarchist.
You're a spineless liberal.
We marched together
for the eight-hour day,
and held hands in the streets of Seattle.
But when it came time to throw bricks
through that Starbucks windown
you left me all alone.
Allll Allllone
Oh, and I'm in phase two of training for a couple 5k races that are coming up. I've been trying to find a new rhythm for working out. If only "rest" days weren't so darn important, I could get everything in with ease! As it is, the running is a nice workout but it isn't quite up to par with what I'm accustomed to burning. Of course, it does zap about 60% of my energy. I'm hoping to switch my ST to days when I run... and do NOTHING except those two things (I'm the worst about doing everything in one day, which I know is so not the proper approach) for 3 days of the week. If I can manage that, I guess I could take my 4 days of cross training down to two and work in two rest days somewhere. It is a decent theory if I can get myself to refuse the elliptical on "training" days. I'm just one of those lazy people who is either all in or all out, I struggle to "pace" myself.
In other, highly exciting news... I have 4 baby watermelons growing... finally! The mid-west is just so stinkin' dry that I haven't got much out of anything! Strawberries were transplants, and were literally useless. Next year, I'm probably going to get my own and start fresh. Tomatoes did well, but I hate tomatoes and gave 'em away to my grandparents, who said they were yummy! Peppers? I used a few, but they didn't get too big. My green beans and wax beans had/are having trouble maturing past veggie adolescents. I picked a few and ate 'em on location but there really aren't even enough to make a serving. =[ And saddest of all, my poor snap peas were resting in peace before they did much more than sprout. I was going to take some pictures and put them up... but I was worried that a small group of indie botanists from Baylor might come knocking down my door carrying "plants have rights too!" signs. (Granted, they might take mercy on me due to the fact that I've never happily harmed an inch of lettuce... and, that I kinda buy into plant perception.... and, I love "The Lorax" and "Ferngully" oodles and doodles... AND I absolutely cannot read "The Giving Tree" aloud or I cry. (I cry if I read it to myself, but, hey, I don't like to judge myself by teardrop output.) Another random tangent... this is certainly my most favorite non-RHPS performance by Tim Curry. (Alice TV series not even considered, as that would be, yet another, more drawn out, run-on sentence.) Anyways, Hexxus was the scariest villain I could imagine when I was a kid, yet, now, the song seems exceedingly erotic. Am I crazy? Probably... no matter, Anyways, plants may or may not have feelings, but I don't have any to eat anyways.
Okay, I should have checked back in from my procrastination break an hour ago.. to the gym I go.
(and to you, solidarity's a four-letter word)
Yep, I know every word to this one =]
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