Dysfunctional Dreamer

Listening to: K’s Choice, Almost Happy

Here I am, in the computer lobby again, sitting with Greenpickle (kindly sponsored by the man-with-the-big-hair), to which I have ownership for the day. Two Japanese girls sit quietly to my right, and I’m comfortably cross-legged on the table, waiting. Plugged into my headphones, to the iTunes in this computer, I type idly while I watch Archie go to and fro, lugging his stuff, to move out. Occassionally, an elderly man takes turns ferrying his luggage into the car. It is a truly painful sight. I can’t say that I know Archie well, but well enough to know him before he had his long hair, and beard, well enough to know how well he plays the guitar and sings in funny voices while all of us get high on the school grounds. Besides that, I know nothing about him. Then again, this is how the system in halls work. Some people, are just there, people passing through your life, while some others stick half-way, and before you know it, you have their mobile numbers, their e-mails, their home addresses, know how they dress, talk, walk, smell, and even occasionally, sleep. I guess this is what living together is all about. Especially in a big community like Furzedown, you can’t possibly escape. Or can you? I’m sure if you actually coop up in your room the whole year, you might just be successful. There are people whom I don’t actually know exist, till I see them out of hiding at the fire alarms.

I don't mean to want to hog the internet now, but I guess I am entitled, considering I'm seldom here anyway. The
rest would just have to WAIT. Like the other normal people.

I realized now that I am here, nothing productive comes into my head anymore,and I am rambling. Curses!!! I wonder if they would invent a waterproof pen, and pad, to be taken into the shower, because that is mostly when the inspiration strikes. Not NOW. F***!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"If I could look beyond your face
And photograph your hidden place
Would I find you smiling in the picture
I don't know what you want
Because you don't know,
So what's the point of asking
You're almost happy
Almost content
But your head hurts
Far too many ways to go
We learn so much but never know
Where to look
Or when we should stop looking
I can love the whole of you.
The poetry I stole from you
And hide inside my stomach
You're almost happy
Almost content
But your head hurts
It's easy to get lost in you
And fall asleep inside of you
I want to return to you
A reason to be here
A reason to be here
No I don't know what you want
And you don't know
So what's the point of asking
You're almost happy
Almost content
But your head hurts"

-K's Choice

posted by nori_b @ 1:32 PM