"Hearts and thoughts they fade, fade away..."

Can I just pause for a moment to contemplate the dumbness of me.................okay. I am seriously frustrated with myself right now. Why oh why do I have to be so shy?! I can't describe the level of frustration and confusion I feel right now, but just to sum it up, there is someone I should talk to, but I don't know how to talk to them because I'm afraid if I do talk to them maybe they won't want to talk to me and then when I do talk to them they will simply look at me like I have a third ear lobe or something, BUT what if that person wants to talk to me? Than the more that I don't talk to them, the more that person thinks I don't want to talk to them and evantually that certain person is just going to give up on me and go talk to other non-shy people. And the more I think about it the more frustrated I become! I just wish that person I am talking about would just know that I do want to talk to you, I truly do. Okay, I can't talk about this anymore, I might loose my composure. I will try to be more chipper. Hmmmm, Oh yes in world geography today I had a pop music flash back. I was listening to Mr. Mendenhall explain the joys of living in South Asia, when suddenly my brain was invaded with uncanny rhyming lyrics, Christina Agularawhatever's Genie in a Bottle started playing in my head. I could not get it out! I sat in 3rd period on the verge of masication because I kept hearing, "Im a genie in a bottle, something something the right way!" Over and over. I tried to focus on a wholesome song like "Delicate" or "Summerbreeze" but the more I tried the more I heard "Rub me the right way!", it got so bad I could actually see a music video I foolishly watched of that stupid song. Then I started to laugh because I could picture Mr. M. singing "rub me the right way!" It was very horrific, and all due to the fact that when I was youger I foolishly listened to pop music. Listening to pop music is like doing Cocaine, once you start, your completely emersed in every detail of every artist's life, and you become addicted to it until you have to know what kind of gum Britney Spear's chews. And then when you finally wake up and realize yes they do lipsync at their concerts, and discover real music, you still every once and a while are haunted by your addict days. And you have these flashbacks of Backstreeet Boy interviews, and the song's will randomnly pop into your head at any unsuspecting moment. It's awful. I'll be 65 years old, at some family function, and suddenly my eyes will glaze over, I'll feel the need to show my mid drift and I'll start whipping out the moves to some Brittney Spears song. *shudder, all because of some bad desicions I made when I was 13. Let this be a lesson to you all, friends don't let friends listen to pop music!

muzik: Anything by Morcheeba! and Honey, by Venus Hum

Abigail succeeded at 3:39 PM.