Hello there all you bloggers,
So I've decided to jump on the bandwagon and get myself a blog. I did have one for a short period a couple years back, but that became the source of nothing but angst, and I got rid of it. Now I'm giving it another shot, though, if only to have a place to ramble - something I do a lot of.
Don't expect me to do a lot of posting; no "once a day" things for me. Probably not even once a week. I'm busy, I'd rather email people than write random blogs, I have things like homework to take care of, and I'm only giving this a shot because Amy and Josh do, and anything they do must be both intelligent and interesting. And Kyle has a blog, and anything he does is ninjalike, and you can't go wrong with ninjas.
So a bit about me and this here blog... the url is from one of my favourite songs, called "Scar" by Missy Higgins. Lyrics:
He left a card, a bar of soap and a scrubbing brush next to a note
That said "use these down to your bones"
And before I knew I had shiny skin and it felt easy being clean like him
I thought "this one knows better than I do"
A triangle trying to squeeze through a circle
He tried to cut me so I'd fit
And doesn't that sound familiar?
Doesn't that hit too close to home?
Doesn't that make you shiver; the way things could've gone?
And doesn't it feel peculiar when everyone wants a little more?
And so that I do remember to never go that far,
Could you leave me with a scar?
So the next one came with a bag of treats, she smelled like sugar and spoke like the sea
And she told me don't trust them, trust me
Then she pulled at my stitches one by one, looked at my insides clicking
her tongue and said "This will all have to come undone"
A triangle trying to squeeze through a circle
She tried to cut me so I'd fit
And doesn't that sound familiar?
Doesn't that hit too close to home?
Doesn't that make you shiver; the way things could have gone
And doesn't it feel peculiar when everyone wants a little more?
And so that I do remember to never go that far,
Could you leave me with a scar?
I think I realized just in time, although my old self was hard to find
You can bathe me in your finest wine but I'll never give you mine'
Cos I'm a little bit tired of fearing that I'll be the bad fruit nobody buys
Tell me, did you think we'd all dream the same?
And doesn't that sound familiar?
Doesn't that hit too close to home?
Doesn't that make you shiver; the way things could have gone?
And doesn't it feel peculiar when everyone wants a little more?
And so that I do remember to never go that far,
Could you leave me with a scar?
Could you leave me with a scar?
So yeah, I think it's a cool song. There are a lot of times when I use songs, song lyrics, or song titles in lieu of my own words, not because I'm lazy or uncreative, but because if I figured something out myself, it would sound exactly like one of those anyway.
Ah. See, she begins her rambling now.
Well, I'm going to cut this post off here, because not only do I have a movie scene analysis to finish for English, I need to empty my bladder so badly...
Later days.
