Eleven Eleven is a bunch of bull

  • This is really long. But it's earlate, and I'm in the mood to post long, redundant journals. ----- Life is just not really going my way, lately. Not in the "I'm so emo and dark and angsty junk" way. But I only have a total of 3 "friends" left in town. I saw one of them today, because she needed a ride. The other two, I haven't seen in a month. I have 5 projects due in a bit more than a week. Plus a research paper that I should have started on. I got my first job. It's just a seasonal job. My first day, first hours are "Black Friday: 2:45 AM to 11:45 AM." My first day Ever working, I work 2:45 AM on Black Friday. The worst day of the year to start your job life. The only thing that is any Good is that I think my relationship with my parents is getting better. I mean, I'm not as monotonous around them anymore. I've opened up a tad. Which may be a result of lack of social life. It hasn't snowed yet. Knock on wood. I have no idea how it hasn't. But I kind of want it to snow. Although, no I don't. But I do. But ultimately I don't. I just need to move. Start over. I can't express how badly I want to go to Canada. It's literally taunting me, now. The last two days, I've been seeing nothing but Canada. Seriously, though, life. Throw me a bone. My wish is to go to Canada, and be a friggen Canadian! Am I really asking that much? To go from being American to Canadian?? If I took a pole, most people would say I'm downgrading. So, what.. I'd rather have a girl who'd rather go 5 dollar bowling instead of 50 dollar dinner or whatever. Who has a slight case of social retardation instead of a large case of social whorification. === I just don't find it fair. I'm not a bad person. I'm nice. I'm polite. I've got my sense of humor. I'm pleasant to be around. There is nothing wrong with me, at all. I'm the kind of guy you're parents would want you to hang out with. Inside and out. (Maybe that's the problem) But all that is wasting away behind this computer, or books, or stupid papers for a college that 1. I don't want to go to, 2. Isn't respected and 3. Has nothing for me. Maybe it's the weather talking, but it's just been very empty lately. It didn't always bother me. And it still doesn't 100%, but it bothers me enough for me to be bothered by it. I'm just too much of a dreamer. There's no realist in me.
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