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Thu, 02 Jun 2005 15:25:22 GMT

So I'm thinking more and more that I don't want to be an RA again. I got into two photo classes for the fall which never happens, but somehow happened to me. Blah, I'll be spending so much time on photography no way will I have time for RA crap. I'll be able to get more done with another job, where I'll get paid with money not free room and board. I really want to live alone, and there are studio apartments really close to campus. I just want to have more room and the freedom to decorate it however I want. It would also be nice to not have anyone else buying and keeping food there. I'd be completely in charge of what I eat and I love that idea. I'm ordering a new bikini from J-Crew for more motivation and because I think I could actually pull it off now. I'm very happy.

Nothing could ever be so wrong

Tue, 08 Feb 2005 09:19:28 GMT

I tried to be perfect
But nothing was worth it
I don’t believe it makes me real
I thought it’d be easy
But no one believes me
I meant all the things I said

If you believe it’s in my soul
I’d say all the words that I know
Just to see if it would show
That I’m trying to let you know
That I’m better off on my own

This place is so empty
My thoughts are so tempting
I don’t know how it got so bad
Sometimes it’s so crazy
That nothing can save me
But it’s the only thing that I have

If you believe it’s in my soul
I’d say all the words that I know
Just to see if it would show
That I’m trying to let you know
That I’m better off on my own

On my own

I tried to be perfect
It just wasn’t worth it
Nothing could ever be so wrong
It’s hard to believe me
It never gets easy
I guess I knew that all along

If you believe it’s in my soul
I’d say all the words that I know
Just to see if it would show
That I’m trying to let you know
That I’m better off on my own

I really love this song...

Sat, 24 Jul 2004 21:11:49 GMT

I listen to this song every night before I fall asleep.

Kevin Devine~ Protest Singer

I stopped today to see myself in subway glass.
And I was scared of the way I look now.
I knew the only thought might blind my eyes.
Please don't believe in me,
I don't wanna let you down.
And I'm convinced it only rains in New York.
And I'm surrounded by,
Everything that really scares me.
A room full of empty people,
Regretting every time that they inhale.
And I wanted to write one perfect song,
To make you cry in your sleep.
Kinda like a soundtrack for your dreams
To let you know I'm watching,
And making sure it turns out all right, it'll be alright.
I guess I wanted to make you feel something.
I wanted to make you feel everything.
And you may call me a protest singer,
But I'm only protesting myself.
I don't believe in beautiful people,
And I don't believe in me.
I wonder what it's like to be inbetween.
Can you hear me, can you hear me?...
And you might call me a protest singer, (Can you hear me?)
But I'm only protesting myself.
And you may call me a protest singer,
But I'm only protesting myself.