Whew, friday.

You know what i love about fridays? You don't know? Well, i'll tell it to you anyways, so don't fret my pet.

Friday is a wonderful day for an employee like me. Why? Because it is the time when you are like, an energizer bunny finishing all your office stuff. So, what happened this friday? The usual, checking for errors. Yes. My mind is like numb for that one. Then i had my first engineering department meeting.

Holy crap, it was the first time i spoke to a bunch of old people and they actually listened. Being a new employee here, they let me talk about myself. So i did.

I said:

1) I like books. (by this, some were impressed because i don't look like your typical book worm.)
2) I like sleeping.
And some stuff that i don't want to talk about.

Oh, look at the time, it's past 6 already. Got to go!

Motorcycle Drive By.

Summertime and the wind is blowing,
outside in lower chelsea.
And I don’t know what I’m doing in this city,
The sun is always in my eyes,

It crashes through the windows,
and I’m sleeping on the couch,
When I came to visit you,
That’s when I knew that I could never have you,
I knew that before you did,

Still I’m the one who’s stupid
And there’s this burning, like there’s always been,
I’ve never been so alone, and I’ve never been so alive.

Visions of you on a motorcycle drive by,
The cigarette ash flies in your eyes, and you don’t mind,
you smiled,And say the world doesn’t fit with you.
I don’t believe you, you’re so serene.
Careening through the universe, your axis on a tilt,
you’re guiltless and free,I hope you take a piece of me with you,

And there’s things I’d like to do that you don’t believe in,
I would like to build something, but you’d never see it happen
And there’s this burning,
like there’s always been,

I’ve never been so alone,
and i’ve, I’ve never been so alive,

And there’s this burning, there was this burning.

Where’s the soul?
I want to know, new york city’s evil.
The surface is everything, but I could never do that,
Someone would see through that.

And this is the last time, we’ll be friends again.
And I’ll get over you ,you’ll wonder, who I am.

And there’s this burning, just like there’s always been,

I’ve never been so alone,
I’ve never been so alive, so alive.

I go home to the coast.
it starts to rain,
I paddle out on the water alone,
Taste the salt and taste the pain.
I’m not thinking of you again,
Summer dies and swells rise,
the sun goes down in my eyes, see this rolling wave,
darkly coming to take me, home...

And I never been so alone, and I’ve never been so alive.