I've been listening to this song A LOT lately. It's been on repeat on my iphone as I walk. This, and Rose Parade.

2:45 In The Morning by Elliot Smith

I'm going out sleepwalking

Where mute memories start talking

The boss that couldnt help but hurt you

And the pretty thing he made desert you

I'm going out now like a baby

A nave unsatisfiable baby

Grabbing onto whatevers around

For the soaring high or the crushing down

With hidden cracks that dont show

But that constantly just grow

I'm looking for the man that attacked me

While everybody was laughing at me

You beat it in me that part of you

But I'm gonna split us back in two

Tired of living in a cloud

If youre gonna say shit now you'll do it out loud

It's 2:45 in the morning

And I'm putting myself on warning

For waking up in an unknown place

With a recollection youve half erased

Looking for somebody's arms to

Wave away past harms

I'm walking out on center circle

The both of you can just fade to black

I'm walking out on center circle

Been pushed away and I'll never go back

April, May, June, July...

Today was the opening day of Major League Baseball. I've spend the entire day with "6th Months Out of Every Year" from the musical Damn Yankees stuck in my head, and I expect to have it stick around for quite a while longer. Damn, that's a catchy song....

Does it make me emo...

...if I really like this song?

Eh, oh well.

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Say Yes

I'm in love with the world,
Through the eyes of a girl,
Who's still around the morning after.

We broke up a month ago,
When I grew up, I didn't know
It'd be around the morning after.

It's always been wait and see,
A happy day didn't pay
Feel like shit the morning after.

But now I feel changed around,
And instead falling down,
I'm standing up the morning after.

Situations get fucked up
Turned around sooner or later

I could be another fool,
Or an exception to the rule
You tell me the morning after.

Crooked spin cant come to rest
I'm damaged bad at best
She'll decide what she wants
I'll probably be the last to know
No one says until it shows
See how it is they want you or they don't

I'm in love with the world,
Through the eyes of a girl,
Who's still around the morning after.

Sunday Morning

I have three songs in my iTunes titled "Sunday Morning" (Ani Difranco, Maroon 5, No Doubt). Two of them (Ani and Maroon 5) were stuck in my head today, as I had multiple conversations about what Sundays meant to different people.

Some of the cons of Sundays, I have found:
Universal homework day. You realize how much more work you have to do.
Last day of the weekend--school is coming up again, and fast.
Cleaning up/sorting out stupid things you may have done the previous two nights.

Pros of Sundays:
Football. Or so I've been told.
PostSecret goes up for the new week.
Big, fat crossword puzzles you need your friends' help to solve.
Sunday nights can be some of the most relaxing, if you can get your stuff done.

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"Sunday morning, slow beats seething, through the screens in the open windows
Eggs frying, legs shaking, after we stayed lying so long in bed
Sunday morning, both of us reading, and looking up occasionally
Looking up occasionally

Sunday morning, you're doing your thing and I am doing mine
Speaking words, more a formality, cuz we can feel we are of one mind
Sunday morning, sheets still warm, kitties swarming around our feet
Life comes easy, your sweet company, making it so complete

Of all the Monday through Fridays we joined the crusade
Of all the Saturday nights in which we were made
Of all the exorcisms I've done with your ghosts
Still it's Sunday morning--I miss you the most"
--Sunday Morning, Ani Difranco