Katiepants (
desertions) wrote2005-01-24 12:01 am
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How Many Princes Will It Take To Put A Girl Like This Back Together Again?
Pretty good weekend, all in all
I got friday off, hung out with Lisa
That was pretty fun, I love her so much, no offense to people, but she's one of my more consistently upbeat friends
And it spreads like a virus when she's around you
A virus I needed
Saturday was pretty good too
Spent the first half shopping for stuff
Including my Winter Formal Dress
Still trying to get the date situation figured out
Better hurry
As it's this friday
Then I went to see Suu-chan in Fiddler on The Roof
Thought more people were coming, but it ended up only being Mitchell
My grandma seemed less then happy about me talking to him so much
She's so weird about me hanging around him now
Whatever, that's her issue.
I'm over it, she needs to be too
It was my first time seeing the show
I really liked it
The ending made me cry though
Then at the end Mitchell and I met up with Suu-chan
The three of us, with Suu's friend Shaw and my grandma, went to eat at In-and-out afterwards
Suu-chan tried to take me to Fullerton, but I couldn't go
Still banned
Which is the most retarded punishment ever, but what can I do?
Today wasn't too bad either
Watched Napolean Dynomite with my mom, and sucked her into Invader Zim goodness
Then I spent the rest of time watching tv or online
Nothing special
Nothing really is anymore
I'm doing better but I'm still lingering
I still want something more
My family is suffocating me, yet I can't help but wonder if some of it's my fault
I haven't been the nicest person lately
Snapping and yelling all the time
I know I was stressed, but still
Can't I be happy with what I have?
Was I ever happy with what I had?
My grandma says she can remember a time where I was happy
I can't, not true, lasting happiness anyways
My happiness is short, fleeting at best most of the time
Maybe happy isn't meant for me
I'm not the fairytale type of girl
I know no one's going to come rescue me
I'm not a princess
I'm not a damsel in distress
But I also don't know where I fit either
To be honest, I gave up on happily ever after a long time ago
Song of the Entry:
Glass Slipper by The Dresden Dolls
No one's asking to go dancing its not like that anymore
It's romantic if they mean it when they shut your fingers in the door
It's a gory sort of story thats been told a hundred times before
It gets tricky don't be picky if the slipper fits you wear it whore
How many tips can I take home tonight without them getting mad
How many stitches do you think it takes to fix a cut that bad
How many minutes until midnight and you get your eyesight back
Not to knock it I've been off it never moving very much at once
It's been awkward I still offer it when its that time of
Other girls shower but I give out flowers
To curious strangers who throw dollars at my feet
How many crimes can I try spotting dry before it leaves a stain
How many times say that I love you til it doesnt mean a thing
How many fittings must I sit through with my big feet blistering
How many strips until it hits me and my big mouth strikes again
I'm not asking to go dancing I'm not that dumb anymore
It's exhausting to keep smiling when your toes are bleeding through the floor
It's a gory sort of story thats been told a million times before
Don't be sorry just ignore me because honestly
I'm too sore from fitting exactly to ride into setting suns aching to
Stand on my own two feet
How many wishes do I still have left to fix the way it ends
How many princes will it take to put a girl like this back together again
How many instances can you point out where I was less than kind
How many happy endings do you need to change your fucking mind
And how much time do we have left before it's midnight and
You see that I was never the right size?
I got friday off, hung out with Lisa
That was pretty fun, I love her so much, no offense to people, but she's one of my more consistently upbeat friends
And it spreads like a virus when she's around you
A virus I needed
Saturday was pretty good too
Spent the first half shopping for stuff
Including my Winter Formal Dress
Still trying to get the date situation figured out
Better hurry
As it's this friday
Then I went to see Suu-chan in Fiddler on The Roof
Thought more people were coming, but it ended up only being Mitchell
My grandma seemed less then happy about me talking to him so much
She's so weird about me hanging around him now
Whatever, that's her issue.
I'm over it, she needs to be too
It was my first time seeing the show
I really liked it
The ending made me cry though
Then at the end Mitchell and I met up with Suu-chan
The three of us, with Suu's friend Shaw and my grandma, went to eat at In-and-out afterwards
Suu-chan tried to take me to Fullerton, but I couldn't go
Still banned
Which is the most retarded punishment ever, but what can I do?
Today wasn't too bad either
Watched Napolean Dynomite with my mom, and sucked her into Invader Zim goodness
Then I spent the rest of time watching tv or online
Nothing special
Nothing really is anymore
I'm doing better but I'm still lingering
I still want something more
My family is suffocating me, yet I can't help but wonder if some of it's my fault
I haven't been the nicest person lately
Snapping and yelling all the time
I know I was stressed, but still
Can't I be happy with what I have?
Was I ever happy with what I had?
My grandma says she can remember a time where I was happy
I can't, not true, lasting happiness anyways
My happiness is short, fleeting at best most of the time
Maybe happy isn't meant for me
I'm not the fairytale type of girl
I know no one's going to come rescue me
I'm not a princess
I'm not a damsel in distress
But I also don't know where I fit either
To be honest, I gave up on happily ever after a long time ago
Song of the Entry:
Glass Slipper by The Dresden Dolls
No one's asking to go dancing its not like that anymore
It's romantic if they mean it when they shut your fingers in the door
It's a gory sort of story thats been told a hundred times before
It gets tricky don't be picky if the slipper fits you wear it whore
How many tips can I take home tonight without them getting mad
How many stitches do you think it takes to fix a cut that bad
How many minutes until midnight and you get your eyesight back
Not to knock it I've been off it never moving very much at once
It's been awkward I still offer it when its that time of
Other girls shower but I give out flowers
To curious strangers who throw dollars at my feet
How many crimes can I try spotting dry before it leaves a stain
How many times say that I love you til it doesnt mean a thing
How many fittings must I sit through with my big feet blistering
How many strips until it hits me and my big mouth strikes again
I'm not asking to go dancing I'm not that dumb anymore
It's exhausting to keep smiling when your toes are bleeding through the floor
It's a gory sort of story thats been told a million times before
Don't be sorry just ignore me because honestly
I'm too sore from fitting exactly to ride into setting suns aching to
Stand on my own two feet
How many wishes do I still have left to fix the way it ends
How many princes will it take to put a girl like this back together again
How many instances can you point out where I was less than kind
How many happy endings do you need to change your fucking mind
And how much time do we have left before it's midnight and
You see that I was never the right size?