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A Trip to the Bookstore & More Musical Medley.
November 17th, 2000 - 2:10 am
I'm Currently Avoiding:Save tonight, and fight the break of dawn. Come tomorrow, tomorrow I'll be gone. Save tonight...and fight the break of dawn. Come tomorrow, tomorrow I'll be gone. Tomorrow comes to take me away. I wish that I, that I could stay... I'm 'enery the 8th I am, 'enery the VIII I am, I am. I got married to the widow next door, she'd been married 7 times before. And every one was an 'enery, henery!, 'enery the 8th I am I am...2nd verse, same as the first! Can you see them? See right through them?...doesn't matter what they say...our lips are sealed, pay no mind to what they say, it doesn't matter anyway... I'm sailing a way....set an open course, for emergancy. 'Cause I've got to be free...free to face a life, that's a head of me. Onboard, I'm the captain...so climb aboard. And I'll try, oh lord I'll try....To carrrrrrry onnnn..... Sometimes I feel I've got to..run away. I've got to...get away, from the pain you drive into the heart of me. The love we share, seems to go nowhere. And I've lost my light, for I toss and turn, I can't sleep at night. Once I ran to you, now I run from you...take my tears and that's not nearly Alllll...tainted love. And I don't want the world to see me...cause I don't think that they'd understand. When everything's made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am. I just want you to know who I am...I just want you to know who I am. Another one bites the dust. Another one bites the dust. And another one gone and another gone, another one bites the dust. Hey, gonna get you too...another on bites the dust. You found out to love me...you have to climb some fences. Scratching and crawling...along with the law to touch you. And just when it feels right...you say you've found someone to hold you. Tell me...does she want you, infatuate and haunt you...Does she know just how to shock you, electrify and rock you? Does she inject you, seduce you and affect you...like the way I do. And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon, little boy blue and the man in the moon. Singing, when you comin' home dad, I don't know when, but we'll get together then. You know we'll have a good time then. My maserati does 185. I lost my licence, now I don't drive. I have a limo, ride in the back...I lock the doors in case I'm attacked. So I've got me an office, gold records on the wall...just leave a message, maybe I'll call. Lucky I'm sane after all I've been through...I can't complain, but sometimes I still do....Life's been good to me so farrrrr...
I'll be adding to the random song selection later when other things occur to me that I should sing. In the meantime, I'll get on with my purposed purpose of describing my trip to Barnes & Nobles(No, not the website, you anti-social computer addicts who never go outdoors to find a bookstore)...with the usual interruptions, etc. of course. I think b/c there's a song medley at the beginning, there will be no song(s) of the day this time. There was a medley and songs of the day last entry, but that was then and this is now, and I don't want to think of song titles this time damnit! Okay, so I had to go buy a book in French today. Why you ask? You don't need to know. Suffice to say that I had to, and hence the bookstore visit, although occasionally the bookstore substitutes for "fun," instead of doing something actually interesting, I go to the bookstore(pathetic, isn't it?). Anyway, I was there on the second floor reading my little book(I finished it before I left btw...not that you Really needed to know that), and in the chair across from me was this apparent homeless person who was asleep. Seeing people, homeless or otherwise, asleep in B&N(abbreviated b/c I don't want to say Barnes and Nobles all the bloody time) isn't at all an unusual occurance. But what happened to the homeless woman...yes, I am assuming she's homeless, but oh well...chances are she's never going to read this anyway, so even if I'm wrong, no one knows who I'm talking about anyway, now That, was unusual. But we'll get to that later. Things in sequence after all. So I read for awhile, and then this guy came up to me and asked me about my nailpolish of all things! Since when do random guys notice nailpolish? I mean, I didn't paint my nails in freaky swirls or fire engine red or anything like that...it's just a blue color called Splash, that's all. Anyway, this weird random guy bothered me and asked me about my nailpolish for like 5 minutes. It was really odd...he asked me things like "Do you paint your toenails?"(this when my feet were covered in sneakers...and I don't, not that the voyeurs OR that random guy needed to know that), and "Under what circumstances do you paint your fingers?"....these questions were just bizarre. Funny in retrospect, but bizarre. Damn random people. People don't go to a bookstore to converse damnit...they go to read!
*We interupt this rant for a special announcement*
Mr. Rogers(of the PBS series fame) has officially been declared the representative/stand-in for George W. Bush. He's the perfect stand-in, he can actually talk at a level Americans understand(in other words...childhood level), he's a big gun advocate, and he's scary. He's got that creepy sweater thing going and we as a whole feel that he has vast appeal for the conservative Republicans, as well as being very comforting for the elderly Floridians. *This concludes the special announcement paid for by Democrats from New York for Barney...we now return you to your regularly scheduled rant*
Oh yeah, back to the homeless woman. After the freaky guy left me alone finally, I read some more. And then the campus police, or maybe it was just the regular police, came up the escalator with the management guy...they walked past, and then the cops came back, woke the woman up, hassled her for awhile, and then escorted her out of the store at the request of the management. And not only did they question the poor confused woman, they followed her around until she left. I'm fairly sure this is the only time in my life I've ever seen the police escort someone out of a bookstore for sleeping in it. Doesn't this seem like a rather trivial thing to get the police to do? Don't they have people in the management who can wake the homeless people up themselves and ask them politely to leave? Oh well, at least they were kinda nice about it. I think this is quite long enough, and besides, I only had the music thing and the bookstore thing to talk about anyway...so that's it for me for now. In other words: "T-t-t-th-th-that's All Folks!"
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