they will recite their sadness / like it's some kind of contest
September 26, 2001, 12:06 pmFinally! After almost one whole month, I got my DSL line switched! The DSL modem came today and jerkface and I tore into that box like six-year-old, jerk kids on Christmas!
Work is bizarre now. Cowboy quit and is working with these other guys that are ex-ITD employees and started their own company; it's all very weird. His last day was just like, Oh, Cowboy's leaving and he's not going to work here anymore. Hmm... that's too bad. I didn't freak out or anything. He is the reason why I got my job in the first place and yet I didn't feel as bad as I did when other ITD people left. Weird.
The office is lonely. Oftentimes, there's only two or three other people there. And I've been working late recently; at least I have speakers on my computer now, with which to rock out The Dismemberment Plan!
So once upon a time, a girl I wanted to fall in love with recommended Bright Eyes to me. So I searched and found some mp3s and listened. I was totally annoyed and hated it at first; I couldn't stand the kid's voice. But then I grew jealous, thinking, Why can't I write music like that? While I still wish I could write music like he does, at least now I can listen to and appreciate it.
where the folk singers, poets, and
playwrites convene
dispinsing their wisdom
oh dear amateur orator
they will detail their pain
in some standard refrain
they will recite their sadness
like it's some kind of contest
well if it is
I think I am winning it
all beaming with confidence
as I make my final lap
the gold medal gleams
so hang it around my neck
cause I am deserving it
the champion of idiots
I am so happy and excited that I am going to see her this weekend! It has been too long...