Today is Guy 4's birthday. In case any of you didn't know, I have a diary on Teen Open Diary based on him, called Guy 4's Altoids Tin. He's my former science teacher, who's obessed with Altoids. Supposedly, I look like him, and I also supposedly like him, but Hydrogen thinks that, and it's only because I kept saying his name repeatedly, just to piss her off. Happy birthday, Guy 4!
I also wanted to put a song in here, since I don't really want to put it in my other diary (the one mentioned above). It reminds me of this guy that I like, and some of the things that have happend since March.
I don't know if I wrote it in here, but at that time, I was very depressed, since my mom was sick with cancer, my dad was never around, and I had just started to fued with Hydrogen, and my family. I went to a dance and met a guy I call Perscocho, and I began to like him, and I thought he liked me. I was so happy that he did, but in the end, he liked my friend, Dancer, and went out with her instead of me. I was jealous at first, hurt, and then happy for her. Though he did dump her "like a sack of potatoes" (as he put it) after the first date. I guess I dodged a bullet there, huh?
Anyway, this whole thing left me down in the dumps, but then I lightened up. I realized it's not all darkness in the world, and that things get better, though it takes time and hard work (at least for me it did). That's kind of what this song (part of it, anyway) is about, but I think I got the meaning a bit fucked up, just so I could tell my dumb story. I can still relate to this song though, and it's one of my favorites now.
My Little Blue Window
By: Elvis Costello
This is a calling card
Maybe it will be a farewell note
The poison fountain pen now requires the anitdote
But if I avert your gaze
And I should become a shrinking flower
Just punch me on the arm
This could be our finest hour
'Til now this was my view
But I'm counting on you
How am I ever going to make you see?
Nothing in this ugly world comes easily
I want you to be...
My lovely hooligan
Come by and smash my pane
'Til I can see right through
My little blue window
This is a fingerprint
Maybe you will feel a fond caress
But when you start to speak
Are you tempted to confess?
Well, I was a gloomy soul
Never thought I'd see a brighter day
The dark interior
Blows those clouds away
'Til now this was my view
But I'm counting on you
How am I ever going to make you see?
Nothing in this ugly world comes easily
I want you to be...
My lovely hooligan
Come by and smash my window pane
'Til I can see right through
My little blue window
There you have it.
*Grape*Cloud*
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