Marc
I haven't been able to take Coldplay out of the discman for about three days in a row now. Those last three songs on the album, "We Never Change", "Everything's Not Lost", and the hidden track, kill me. They sound like a singer-songwriter band, if you know what I mean. And that guitar player, though I know I've heard complaints about him before, somehow makes his melodies sound like back up vocals. I don't know if I'm making myself clear.
It was cold today. Very cold, and windy, and I kept having to take my glasses off in between walks to classes. I kind of like not wearing glasses from time to time. Everyone looks better, for one thing. I find myself looking at people from distances, and thinking, "hey, alright", but when I get closer I realize my judgement was way off, and I think its funny. Like my own, personal, five minute jokewalk where everything looks cool and blurry.
I didn't actually know I needed glasses until I got to ISU and I couldn't read the overhead projectors from the middle and back seats. My mom was sitting next to me during preview when I kept bugging her. "Mom, what does that say? I can't read it, can you?" She got pissed, realizing that her son had needed glasses years ago. So, we went to the eye doctor, who I'd never seen before, and he was amazed that I'd never had them. Hence, glasses for me. I remember when I first got them and put them on and walked out the door, and it was like stepping into a whole new world. Did you know that leaves on trees have veins on them? I didn't up until then. I always realized that the pavement on the roads had little tiny grooves in them. I had to take the residential roads back home that day because I felt like I was going to freak out if I took the main drags, with all the cars and people and scenery. Too overwhelming.
Of course, I break at least one pair of glasses a year now, due to roughousing or stupidity. Last summer it was Scooter's fault because he was tickling me on my birthday and they got crunched when we fell on top of them. This year it was my fault because I was trying to bend back my back up pair (which I'd been using since the Scooter incident) and they snapped in half in my hands. Damn. I'm hoping these bad boys I have on right last a while. Every time there's a slight sign of trouble I take them off and hand them to a nearby innocent, who most likely will not get involved in whatever melee is about to occur.
I should shut up now. Talking about glasses is not cool.
I haven't been able to take Coldplay out of the discman for about three days in a row now. Those last three songs on the album, "We Never Change", "Everything's Not Lost", and the hidden track, kill me. They sound like a singer-songwriter band, if you know what I mean. And that guitar player, though I know I've heard complaints about him before, somehow makes his melodies sound like back up vocals. I don't know if I'm making myself clear.
It was cold today. Very cold, and windy, and I kept having to take my glasses off in between walks to classes. I kind of like not wearing glasses from time to time. Everyone looks better, for one thing. I find myself looking at people from distances, and thinking, "hey, alright", but when I get closer I realize my judgement was way off, and I think its funny. Like my own, personal, five minute jokewalk where everything looks cool and blurry.
I didn't actually know I needed glasses until I got to ISU and I couldn't read the overhead projectors from the middle and back seats. My mom was sitting next to me during preview when I kept bugging her. "Mom, what does that say? I can't read it, can you?" She got pissed, realizing that her son had needed glasses years ago. So, we went to the eye doctor, who I'd never seen before, and he was amazed that I'd never had them. Hence, glasses for me. I remember when I first got them and put them on and walked out the door, and it was like stepping into a whole new world. Did you know that leaves on trees have veins on them? I didn't up until then. I always realized that the pavement on the roads had little tiny grooves in them. I had to take the residential roads back home that day because I felt like I was going to freak out if I took the main drags, with all the cars and people and scenery. Too overwhelming.
Of course, I break at least one pair of glasses a year now, due to roughousing or stupidity. Last summer it was Scooter's fault because he was tickling me on my birthday and they got crunched when we fell on top of them. This year it was my fault because I was trying to bend back my back up pair (which I'd been using since the Scooter incident) and they snapped in half in my hands. Damn. I'm hoping these bad boys I have on right last a while. Every time there's a slight sign of trouble I take them off and hand them to a nearby innocent, who most likely will not get involved in whatever melee is about to occur.
I should shut up now. Talking about glasses is not cool.
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