And I don't understand why I sleep all daySome day I, too, will find my field full of bee-people to dance around with.
And I start to complain that there's no rain
And all I can do is read a book to stay awake
And it rips my life away, but it's a great escape
escape... escape... escape...
All I can say is that my life is pretty plain
ya don't like my point of view
ya think I'm insane
Its not sane...it's not sane.
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
It's funny how a song can sometimes bring back such vivid memories of a particular time, place or even a person. It happened to me again today while listening to No Rain by Blind Melon. Suddenly I was back in high school, hormones-a-ragin', a month after we moved to what would be our house for the next eight years (damn, that's long!) It was all filmi-ishtyle, when I caught a glimpse of... the girl next door. No no, I didn't burst into song (heh, that'd be a sight!), I just allocated an excessive number of CPU cycles. I knew it's hopeless, but hormones have a way of screwing up task schedulers. Anyway, for the next month or so, I kept having this recurring dream of walking over and asking her if she had a copy of No Rain, I don't know why. I never did that, though, and she moved in a few years.
Posted on Wednesday, March 29, 2006