The Importance of Absurdity
Saturday, August 23, 2003
 
So, as you can tell, I've redone some things around here. I was getting sick of the old design. So I got a new one! I'm working on getting comments back up. Carla Jean helped me out with it today and it was working ever so briefly. But it seems that Enetation is down or something. At least, I hope that's why. So we shall see.

Meanwhile, I wrote something the other night that I'm really quite liking. Now, I know it seems like I like everything that I write, but I promise you, I don't. I generally get rid of what I don't like and never mention it, which is why it seems like I like everything. I probably write 10 bad things for every decent thing. And I really don't write all that often. So anyway, liking stuff is not too common an occurance, which is why I usually share it. So here ya go. The whole idea of the song has been on the back of my mind for a while and I just happened to have a not so fun night and felt like writing and captured it. Yay for that, eh? So anyway, it's called Anything Different and here it is!

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7 days, they're all the same
And an 8th wouldn't change a thing
I wake, I live, I eat and sleep
and sometimes just surrender to the game

And I can't help but wonder where this all is going
'cause I can't tell from here
'cause everytime I turn around, you're gone
and someone else is there to take your place

What is this life,
With routine coming out my ears?
And who am I
To expect that I'd be anything different?

3ams don't bother me no more
With their wasted words beneath my breath
and fruitless attempts at making things work out
'cause sometimes mediocracy is worse than death

And I know that everything supposedly gets better
But that's just hard to believe
'cause everything I am says it'll be no better
When I'm finally free

What is this life,
With routine coming out my ears?
And who am I
To expect that I'd be anything different?
And what is this life,
This game of give and take that never evens out?
And who am I,
to try to make it anything different?

Love it or leave it is what I've always said
But this time I can't choose.
'cause if I start out loving, I just end up leaving
And then we both lose