I drew a map on the back of my hand Of all the roads and boulevards behind your hair I just wanted to ask you, from this day on Could you take me with you when you’re there Love, don’t let me go Keep my tied up in this ribbon bow Lay me down in powdered snow The angels may get tangled, but they’re freer than they’ll ever know Just two more hours of this dusty sun Seven years wrapped into one Life was never this much fun Until you broke me free, two kids on the run On the run On the run We’ll run to the hills They’ll never catch us there Everybody swore They’d never seen this before Heaven and Hell at the tip of our fingers Burn us at the stakes Fire torches, metal rakes All these things we learn to hate We don’t know why, we’re just following fathers Love, don’t let me go Keep my tied up in this ribbon bow Lay me down in powdered snow The angels may get tangled, but they’re freer than they’ll ever know Just two more hours of this dusty sun Seven years wrapped into one Life was never this much fun Until you broke me free, two kids on the run Run Run We’ll run to the hills They’ll never catch us there I drew a map Of all the roads behind your hair Take me there

And because I didn't read the book yet, I liked it. (I'm ok with leaving spoilers here, since J.K. Rowling already produced a whole friggen Book of spoilers, she calls it "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows." But there won't be any spoilers... I don't think.) Professor McGonagall is one Bad-ass Mother-fucker. That's all I have to say, actually. That's all I remember. ========= But you know what? I hate when you see someone in public, and you know they'd be good for you, and you can't do anything about it, except watch them leave. Doesn't have to be romantic or anything. Just friendly, even. This kid behind us waiting in the "Harry Potter" queue seemed like my type of guy. Plaid shirt. These shorts that (though weren't the best, though a kind of short that I want) were a sign that he's some indie kid. He had nice hair. Indie hair. ..He was indie. But he wasn't like the pretentious indie. Just... indie. Plus he went there with his mom. And a teen who still goes places with his mom is the right kind of kid. I need a guy in my life. I have none. Just girls. And they're hardly in my life. And he was like... The Type of guy I want in my life. Not macho. Not quierd.. But nope. -------------------------------------- I'm bored. I need someone in my life who will actually hang out with me. Not just *plan* *one* *night* of *watching tv.*

So, tomorrow's kind of my birthday. I didn't even realise that until this morning. But it's not like anyone is acting like my birthday is coming up. My mom only just asked me what I wanted for it like, 4 days ago. My dad only used it as a reason to yell at me. And my friends? They didn't even invite me to do anything. Not a thing. My birthdays are crap. They're just another day. Not that I don't want that. I hate birthdays. But it'd be nice for people to take up the attention-giving opportunity and actually give me some attention. Good attention. Not that I want attention, I don't like it. But I'd like to be able to deny attention. I'm going to have to deal with the facebook birthday phenomenon. All these people who I don't talk to saying Happy Birthday as if they care. Although, last year wasn't too bad. People seem to sweep me under the rug. Like I care. I feel kind of passive aggressive right now.

You know what else sucks? Sunburn. I got sunburned on the 5th of July, and I've worked every day since. Not fun. Not. Fun. At. All. I was supposed to have tomorrow off, but they had me take on another shift, because they need a ton of people because this system of theirs is flawed. Trying to fit a square into a circle. That's my job. I've only had one day off this week. That was last Monday. And on Sunday and Monday next week, I get the pleasure of working 3rd Shift. I work RETAIL. Yet I work all these odd hours doing odd stuff. You know what sucks? When your have to wake up before your father to get ready for work. How your father works about an hour away and you only work 10 minutes away, yet you still have to leave before him to go to work. To work your "summer job" retail shift while he's working his actual life-long career. Waking up at 4 oclock in the morning so I can move all the shelves around, climb all over ladders, etc etc? Working from 10 PM until 6 AM 2 nights so I can completely re-arrange a whole department for the 3rd time? And not only that, but with the co-worker who gets crabby and irritated at us because we aren't perfect and are meant to polish shit. I don't not like her or anything. It's just, she's a heck of a lot better at this than us, and I understand, this department is like her baby, and we're the irresponsible uncles who feed it sugar. Eh.

You know what sucks? Meeting the girl you want to spend the rest of your life with. But not wanting to spend the rest of your life with her. I don't think anyone will be able to make me feel like she does. Nobody will ever be able to be as cute with me as she can. No one will ever be the same as her. But my brain won't let me. Why? Because. That's it. Just because. Because my brain is a contradiction. It doesn't want me to be with her because it doesn't want to be close to anyone. But you know what? It really does. It really does. But she has this little thing about her that is my biggest pet peeve, and I'd go insane on her. I really would. And I'd quickly ruin it. And if I don't ruin it over that, I'd ruin it over something else. I'm going to be forever alone because my mind doesn't want to settle. But it doesn't want perfect either, because you can't let go of perfection, and going out ultimately means letting go. Friendship can last forever.

A shudder in the wind Your velvet hand paints my purple skin That’s when you shake the blanket from the dust Steal away with polished lust Warning: I may never breathe again Tearing down these graffiti walls Writing names on dirty bathroom stalls We’ll keep it short and sweet, simple addition Just two kids out on a mission Lonely life is more than half as small So open up your hands Take my list of plans I know it’s not much to see Just a name of familiarity But that’s all that I need A field of unkempt grass Clouds that look like trains in the forecast See it? The wheels, the engine, the cloud of smoke Wait, it turned into a sail boat Renovations hide our tarnished past Let the rain fall on us from the sky Steel roof drumming us a lullaby 1, 2, 3 miles away, and getting nearer Though the sky’s never been clearer See the fox, see the runaway bride So open up the door Go on and dance some more Live it up, this life-like dream Just a cup of refined reveries And that’s all we need A shudder in the wind Your velvet hand paints my purple skin

I know I probably shouldn't say this, hate me if you will, but I made a tumblr for my lyrics and stuff. takenEloise.tumblr.com That way I have somewhere to put them permanently besides Myspace Ghetto. I won't whore out my personal one. ============================ I want a new job. Or at least a new coworker. She get kind of b*tchy. And we're (just my department) kind of in a shit-hole right now. I guess corporate is on our ass because we have so much merchandise in the back, and not on the shelves. But that's not our fucking problem, lady. Blame the big system for that, they're the ones who keep sending us this crap that we have no room for.
She at least for the most part assumes that I'm doing the right thing, and it's the other kids who are doing bad. Or at least she acts like that to my face. == But I could really use some change. A happier environment. I guess I can't get that though. I at least don't have a terrible environment. For the most part, people are nice and enjoyable. Idk. I'm just bored. Aurevoir.