Running Is Blowing My Mind

I just ran for 50 minutes with my roommate. I haven't placed my pretty little feet on concrete since August to do anything other than briskly walk. I might be having a mild heart attack. My fingers are all tingly. Say prayers I don't just die.

No Surprises

I'm not depressed. This is just how I feel.

No Surprises

A heart thats full up like a landfill,
A job that slowly kills you,
Bruises that wont heal
You were so tired, happy,
Bring down the government,
They dont, they dont speak for her
Ill take the quiet life, a handshake of carbon monoxide

No alarms and no surprises, no alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
Silent, silent
This is my final fit, my final bellyache with
No alarms and no surprises, no alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises, please

Such a pretty house, such a pretty garden
No alarms and no surprises, no alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises, please



Oh Radiohead. You speak to my soul. I just want no surprises. I want to be happy and know that I'll continue to be happy. Is that too much to ask for? I think not. And you know what, I think I am going to get it :)


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Back to Blogging? Maybe?

So. It is the misery of the class that is Charles Dickens which has driven me to blog again. Right now, someone is droning on and on about the early life of the Pickwick Papers. It's awful. Beyond awful. I need to learn not to be so judgmental or angry when I feel frustrated with my fellow classmates. Instead, I am going to be positive, and blog. Good idea? Yes. I think so. Becca would be so proud.