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Tuesday, December 1, 2009 . 7:35:00 PM

i had a dream when i was napping just now. felt dang real.

i was in poly(don't ask me how i knew, i just did) and my lessons had just ended. then came girl A and i held onto her hand. it was warm and tanned. and kind of comforting. i don't know how to describe it la. but just. yea. it felt really really really real. like i was really holding on to her hand. and then we had to take the bus to somebody's party(again, don't ask me how i knew. it's a frigging dream) and we saw 2 people whom we both knew. and it was raining, by the way. all the while, her hand was warm.

and jessica had to call and spoil that nice dream.

damned.


Creep - Radiohead

When you were here before,
Couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel,
Your skin makes me cry

You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
You're so fuckin' special

But I'm a creep,
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here

I don't care if it hurts,
I wanna have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul

I want you to notice
when I'm not around
You're so fuckin' special
I wish I was special

But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here, ohhhh, ohhhh

She's running out again
She's running out
She run run run run...
run... run...

Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so fuckin' special
I wish I was special

But I'm a creep,
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here

I don't belong here...