Little Teacher

So I was eating lunch with some friends feeling moderatley depressed because another idiot of a male tried to play me. Im sitting there brooding when my friend, Jamie, said something so infinatley wise that I still think she might be Mother Theresa incarnated. She said hat she was happy. When we inquired as to why, she simply answered "I have my best friends all around me, and I am totaly happy with my life right now." She doesn't have, want or need a boyfrind to make her happy. She's happy because of every other reason to be happy about, all of those reasons that had been lost unto me. I realized that I was sad because of an infintile boy who couldn't control his hormones. When, god, I had so many other things to be happy about! Isn't it messed up that sometimes we think the only way to be ahppy, or the best kind of happiness is when we have a significant other? In all truth I was still sad sometimes even when I was with my boyfriend of ten months. Because it doesn't fix everything to be with someone. It's just an aspect of our lives that we seem to let dominate us. But it shouldn't. What a waste, for me to be upset because I don't have a boyfriend right now, while the whole time I have everything else! I feel stupid for just figuring this out, while my friend who is considered "less experienced" in such matters has had it understood for years. I'm happy that I see this, I just hope I have the self-confidance to do it.

A killing spree sponsored by MTV

I turn up the radio and

Fuck! There playing Blink 182.

Oh, what's a generational deserter to do?

I like your taste in music.

So. do I like you?

You make me laugh

But we don't talk at school.

Even though we are so much alike.

Oi! Punk isn't what it used to be.

Even though neither you or me were ever there to see it,

We can still dream.

hey, we got the credentials.

We hate MTV

Rap is a joke

And all of the little girls who run around our school

Thinking their poppy shit is so cool

make us laugh.

He Bugs Me

So I was bugged today by a little bug I was hoping I wouldn't be bugged by again. It bugged me.

Tears Of Gold (spin,spin,spin)

I will not be played like one of your old records that your daddy gave you.
I will not be okay with meaning nothing to you.
So I'm done with you,
Go find,
Some other broken-hearted girl to use.
Because sitting out here in the cold, I realize I can't take any more abuse
(Who knew that kisses could be so cruel?)

So, say all your little lines that you've said so many damn times
To someone else
Because at this point darling,
You are just static in my ears,
Like the static coming through the radio,
Of a station that I changed a long time ago.
Not worthy of my tears,
My tears of gold.
The tears I shed to wash the stains of pain away,
You don't get to see my tears,
My tears of gold.

So play your old records,
Build yourself up again,
(Human reflection is such a sin)
So play the only thing you can,
Your little guitar,
(It's gotten you so far)
Place the needle on the record,
And let the song begin.
This is the only thing you can play over and over again.