Someone's innocent, blame jealousy

Stolen from aswarmofsharks 

Put your MP3 player on shuffle, and write down the first line of the first twenty songs. Post the poem that results. The first line of the twenty-first is the title.

It's Not Right We Cover Our Lies With Silence

I see you walking home alone, your face is alive and bright
America! We love you!
Take a little walk to the edge of town, go across the track
I can't stand to let you in

Here come old flattop he come grooving up slowly
So long ago, was it in a dream, was it just a dream?
It's been a while since I've been here
In this farewell, there's no blood, there's no alibi

She said I like just lying on the bed
Why does it feel like night today?
Say my name, say name, if no one is around you, say 'baby I love you'
Love is like a bomb, baby, c'mon get it on

Come sail your ships around me and burn your bridges down
Don't let me down
Telling me to go, but hands beg me to stay
Story of my life, searching for the right

Stranger than kindness, bottled light from hotels
Sapped and stupid I lie upon the stones and I swoons
Some days I just wanna up and call it quits
Every time I look in the mirror, all these lines on my face getting clearer


I thought it ended up being a pretty cool poem =)) Certainly better than anything I'd ever attempt to write =)

So bring it on, oh come on (come on)

OMFG start writing the fucking essay!! *slaps herself*  I'm such a pathetic loser that it's not even funny anymore.

Other than that, my hands are freezing. But the rest of my body is kinda warm so that's just weird.

Also, I don't wanna fucking grow old. Never. Ever. No I'm not hoping to live forever, God forbid, I just don't wanna be old. I'll probably off myself when the first important organ/part of my body gives out, and that wouldn't have to take too long either. Because if I ever end up like my grandfather it will be much worse than dying young.

Now, I said it. And surely I'll be run over by a bus when I step outside the next. Because, you all know what happened to John Lennon, right? And he always said that growing old was the thing he feared the most in life.

Anyways, I need to sign up for the CAE    exam till the 16th of this month and pay a shitload of money to that date too. Why, or why, is this exams so fucking expensive?! I'll laugh my ass off if I fail it or get a C (a B would be okay but an A is an A, you know?). The exam itself will be on March 14th so I've plenty of time to get worked up over it.

My hands are a bit warmer now, typing helps. Maybe I should start typing up the essay, just to warm my hands. I need little unimportant goals, because the word 'important' triggers something in my brain that immediately starts telling me 'read fan fiction, quick, quick!'. Unbelievable, really.

So, I'm gonna warm up my hands.