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Heather's Journal
screw you, blurty. Xanga really is better.
It's been a sad time the last few days. Leo, my lizard whom I'd had for 10 years or so, died. Then, right after that, my grandpa's dog Boomer died. That's all i really wanted to say. I've been hanging out with Sarah, and having fun. I didn't tell her Leo died because I really don't feel like talking about it. I hate hearing sorry. I just want to remember Leo for the fun times.
Yesterday all my troubles seemed so far away
Now it looks as though they're here to stay
Oh I believe in yesterday
Suddenly, I'm not half the man I used to be
There's a shadow hanging over me
Oh yesterday came suddenly
Why she had to go I don't know
She wouldn't say
I said something wrong now I long for yesterday
Yesterday all my troubles seemed so far away
Now it looks as though they're here to stay
Oh I believe in yesterday
Why she had to go I don't know
She wouldn't say
I said something wrong now I long for yesterday
Yesterday love was such an easy game to play
Now I need a place to hide away
Oh I believe in yesterday
Current mood:
sad.Current music: The Beatles - Yesterday.
I got my bangs! I like them alot. The lady who cut my hair, Michelle, was absolutly the nicest hair dresser i've ever been to. I HATE mean hair dressers.
School is soon and I'm in a good mood. I have a feeling this year will be good.
Here Comes The Sun, Here Comes The Sun,
(and I say) "It's alright"
Little darling, it's been a long, clod, lonely winter.
Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here.
Here Comes The Sun, Here Comes The Sun,
(and I say) "It's alright"
Little darling, The smiles returning to their faces.
Little darling, It seems like years since it's been here.
Here Comes The Sun, Here Comes The Sun,
(and I say) "It's alright"
Sun, sun, sun, Here it comes.
Sun, sun, sun, Here it comes.
Sun, sun, sun, Here it comes.
Sun, sun, sun, Here it comes.
Sun, sun, sun, Here it comes.
Little darling, I feel that ice is slowly melting.
Little darling, It seems like years since it's been clear.
Here Comes The Sun, Here Comes The Sun,
(and I say) "It's alright"
Current mood:
chipper.Current music: The Beatles - Here Comes The Sun.
Tomorrow is quite a busy day. I have a haircut appointment, and I'm finally getting my bangs. I hope I don't chicken out. I'm really nervous about it... GAA!! But it's okay. I'm calm. I'm cool. Then onto April's party. Should be tons of fun. I haven't seen April in forever, and Dianne said she will be there, so that will rock, Maybe Amanda will be there, I have not seen her since school ended. I might have to leave the party a little early, because Danny's and Uncle Paul's birthday party is at 7:30-ish. So all in all, a busy day.
Good Day Sunshine, Good Day Sunshine, Good Day Sunshine,
I need to laugh, and when the sun is out
I've got something I can blab about I feel good
In a special way, I'm in love and it's a sunny day.
Good Day Sunshine, Good Day Sunshine, Good Day Sunshine,
We take a walk, the sun is shining down
Burns my feet as they touch the ground.
Good Day Sunshine, Good Day Sunshine, Good Day Sunshine,
And then we lie beneath a shady tree
I love her and she's loving me
She feels good, she knows she's looking fine
I'm so proud to know that she is mine.
Good Day Sunshine, Good Day Sunshine, Good Day Sunshine,
Good Day Sunshine, Good Day Sunshine, Good Day Sunshine.
Current mood:
happy.Current music: The Beatles - Good Day Sunshine.
It's already 11:30(ish) and I've been up for a while already, but I didn't get to bed until about 4 last night (this morning?) and I'm tired. And bored. Perhaps I shall go swimming, if it isn't to damn cold. It has really cooled down lately, especially for August. This winter is probably going to be bitching cold, which rocks. Then again, is 78 degrees really that cold? All the windows are open in my house, and it feels great. I guess after 100 degree weather, 78 degrees just feels artic.
I'm starting my back-to-school tradition, as my mom calls it. We went out to get some new clothes, and i got a pair of jean and a shirt. So it was quite pointless. But we are going to the mall eventually, so I just need to find some stuff there. I want to get some Beatles and Doors shirts.
I hate how all of a sudden, it's "cool" to wear vintage shirts, and bitches who never even heard a Doors song are wearing shirts with Jim Morrison on it, and going, "oh, I just ADORE the Doors. Plus, this shirt is hot!" Someone just stab me in the fucking eye.
I'm so tired, I haven't slept a wink
I'm so tired, my mind is on the blink
I wonder should I get up and fix myself a drink
No, no, no
I'm so tired I don't know what to do
I'm so tired my mind is set on you
I wonder should I call you but I know what you'd do
You'd say I'm putting you on
But it's no joke, it's doing me harm
You know I can't sleep, I can't stop my brain
You know it's three weeks, I'm going insane
You know I'd give you everything I've got
For a little peace of mind
I'm so tired, I'm feeling so upset
Although I'm so tired I'll have another cigarette
And curse Sir Walter Raleigh
He was such a stupid get
You'd say I'm putting you on
But it's no joke, it's doing me harm
You know I can't sleep, I can't stop my brain
You know it's three weeks, I'm going insane
You know I'd give you everything I've got
For a little peace of mind
I'd give you everything I've got
For a little peace of mind
I'd give you everything I've got
For a little peace of mind
[Monsieur, Monsieur, Monsieur, how about another one?]
Current mood:
tired.Current music: The Beatles - I'm So Tired.
It is said that once you go black you never go back. Perhaps, once you go Blurty you never go back? No, that's not true. I don't even know why I'm starting another blurty. I love my xanga. I feel almost as if I'm cheating on it somehow. It is nice, though, being so anonymous here. None of my friends have blurties anymore. So basically, noone will read this. It's quite refreshing in a way.
I decided to use a Beatles song in each subject that ties into the entry in some way. I chose Nowhere Man today because it's the song that inspired the name of this journal. It seemed fitting.
Today I'm doing absolutly shitting nothing. That's right, shitting nothing. If you can put -ing at the end of fuck and have it fit before basically any word, why can't you do the same for the word shit? Sarah and I were supposed to hang out because her parents were going up to Massachusetts for the weekend, but she ended up going with them. Who can blame her? Jersey is about as fun as anal warts. Or so I've been told. Actually, I haven't been told, but it's kind of a given, isn't it? How fun can anal warts actually be?
Speaking of anal warts, school is starting soon. Half the people in my school act like they have anal warts. The other half actually have them. It's not a place I enjoy going to. Thank god this year I don't have to take the bus. Sarah is driving until October, when I get my licence, then we will alternate weeks, I suppose. Sounds like a plan, hmm?
He's a real nowhere man
Sitting in his nowhere land
Making all his nowhere plans for nobody
Doesn't have a point of view
Knows not where he's going to
Isn't he a bit like you and me?
Nowhere man, please listen
You don't know what you're missin’
Nowhere man the world is at your command
He's as blind as he can be
Just sees what he wants to see
Nowhere man can you see me at all?
Nowhere man, don't worry
Take your time, don't hurry
Leave it all till somebody else lends you a hand
Doesn't have a point of view
Knows not where he's going to
Isn't he a bit like you and me?
Nowhere man, please listen
You don't know what you're missing
Nowhere man the world is at your command
He's a real nowhere man
Sitting in his nowhere land
Making all his nowhere plans for nobody
Making all his nowhere plans for nobody
Making all his nowhere plans for nobody
Current mood:
mellow.Current music: The Beatles - Nowhere Man.