You've got this silly way

of keeping me on the edge of my seat
But you're only counting the clock against the train
And I'm miserable, oh
(I've got a silly way of keepin me up on the edge of my seat,
I've got a silly way of keepin me up on the...)
And you're just getting started
I'm miserable, oh

You've got me right where you want me
(let's never talk) Let's never talk, let's never,
let's never talk about this again because...
I didn't want it to mean that much to me
I didn't want it to mean that much to me
I didn't want it to mean that much to me
I didn't want it to mean that much to me

This has to be the longest hour ever. There is no conceivable way that 7:00 is even going to happen right now.

Are you gonna die with that music inside

did you catch the twilight on your way into work
you can live anything you can think
man I'm not lying to you and yeah that's a threat
I don't want to have to bury you like this
something's gotta get your attention
if I have to crack open your skull with my fist
I'll let the light and the sound escape

I want to post something thats really super-emo right now. But I've got nothing. Really I don't even have anything that is about something else that I could make sound super-emo right now. And I know that all 10 of you that regularly read these are sitting there right now. You are shaking from withdrawls because you can't get your regular Collin-emo-blog fix. Well I'm sorry. I am not an enabler. You need to get that elsewhere from now on.

I never meant to be so bad to you

One thing I said that I would never do
One look from you and I would fall from grace
And that would wipe this smile right from my face

Do you remember when we used to dance
And incidence arose from circumstance
One thing lead to another we were young
And we would scream together songs unsung

It was the heat of the moment
Telling me what your heart meant
Heat of the moment shone in your eyes

This has to be the cutest story ever.

Boy gets caught in "claw" machine

Any time that you want

I'll be here in your arms
Silently holding on
To the girl with he charms
But if there comes a day
You should turn your heart away
I'll be down on my knees
Beggin' for that girl to stay

Apartments suck.

Don’t tell me you don’t know what love is

When you're old enough to know better
When you find strange hands in your sweater
When your dreamboat turns out to be a footnote
I'm a man with a mission in two or three editions

And I'm giving you a longing look
Everyday, everyday, everyday I write the book

Chapter one we didn't really get along
Chapter two I think I fell in love with you
You said you'd stand by me in the middle of chapter
Three
But you were up to your old tricks in chapters
Four, five and six

The way you walk
The way you talk, and try to kiss me, and laugh
In four or five paragraphs
All your compliments and your cutting remarks
Are captured here in my quotation marks

Don't tell me you don't know the difference
Between a lover and a writer
With my pen and my electric typewriter
Even in a perfect world where everyone was equal
I'd still own the film rights and be working on the
Sequel

Round one of the cuts is complete. I'm down to something like 56 friends now. That still seems awfully high still. I just don't think I actually have 56 friends. More cuts will come soon.

He doesn't need his name up in lights

He just wants to be heard whether it's the beat or the mic
He feels so unlike everybody else, alone
In spite of the fact that some people still think that they know him
But fuck em, he knows the code
It's not about the salary
It's all about reality and making some noise
Makin' the story - makin sure his clique stays up
That means when he puts it down Tak's pickin it up!

I'm frustrated. Very frustrated. And there is nothing I can do about it that wouldn't be unnecessarily destructive.

So instead.

I wait until tomorrow.

And hope it goes away.










Also, I have a hard time finding people in my friends list sometimes. It seems to me like its about time, again, to go through and start trimming the fat. Now, if we talk/myspace/whatever occasionally, this doesn't include you. But if the extent of our contact so far has been reciprocating "add friend" clicks, you will probably be seeing no more of me.

Been given 24 hours

to tie up loose ends
to make amends
His eyes said it all
I started to fall
and the silence deafened
Head spinning round
no time to sit down
just wanted to
run and run and run
Be careful they say
don't wish life away,
now I've one day
I can't believe
How I've been wasting my time

Yes. I changed my page. No. It isn't going to stay like this. This is a transitional look.

As I opened up iTunes tonight, I realized that I felt like listening to a female artist. That brought me to the devastating realization that my musical library is very understocked with female artists. Really, I have this Jem album. Then I have Rachel Yamagata and pretty much everything by Superchic[k]. Otherwise I have assorted songs by Tegan and Sara and some Alison Krause & Union Station . Billy Holiday is in there, but that is an entire different era so it is hard to classify with the rest of my music. Anyways, I guess what I am getting at is this. Does anyone know any good female artists I should check out? (and no that doesn't include Kelly Clarkson). Yah, let me know.

Well I know, I miss more than hit

With a face that was launched to sink
An' I seldom feel, the bright relief
It's been the Worst Day Since Yesterday

If there's one thing I have said
Is that the dreams I once had, now lay in bed
As the four winds blow, my wits through the door
It's been the Worst Day Since Yesterday

Fallin' down to you sweet ground
Where the flowers they bloom
It's there I'll be found
Hurry back to me, my wild calling
It's been the Worst Day Since Yesterday

Though these wounds have seen no wars
Except for the scars I have ignored
And this endless crutch, well it's never enough
It's been the Worst Day Since Yesterday

Hell says hello, well it's time to I should go
To pastures green, that I've yet to see
Hurry back to me, my wild calling
It's been the Worst Day Since Yesterday


Its been brought to my attention that St Patrick's Day is a crap holiday. I agree. It is as much of a joke holiday as Valentine's Day. There is one difference, though.

Celebrating St Patrick's Day is like going to a friends friends birthday party. You show up, you didn't bring anything for anyone, and you have a few drinks. Valentine's Day is more like every woman in America's birthday. You prepare for weeks, you try to make everything perfect, and no matter what you do, you probably won't get it right.

Hand in hand

Is the only way to land
And always the right way round
Not broken in pieces
Like hated little meeces
How could we miss
Someone as dumb as this


I guess, even now, it still hurts a little.

Big city . . . hmm? Live . . . Work, huh?

But . . . Only peoples . . . Peoples is peoples . . . No is buildings . . . Is tomatoes, huh? . . . Is peoples . . . is dancing . . . is music . . . is potatoes . . . So . . . peoples is peoples . . . Okay?

Well said Pete. Well said.

When you wake up

Feelin' old
At this piano filled with souls
Some strange purse
Stuffed nervous with gold
Can you be where you want to be?

Walk down any street
You can find
Look at any clock telling time
Sing some strange verse
From some strange song of vines
And you'll be where you want to be

I know I can't sing
Until she brings the song to life
And I blend with kings
I'd never change a thing

Who knows anything
I don't know
There are so many things
I must leave alone
Some strange person is calling you their home
Can you be where you want to be?

I find myself without a name when people ask who my favorite band is. This used to be so easy, no matter what I was currently listening to, the answer was always Weezer. Then Make Believe happened. I can ignore that album (and I do), but I still feel as if I must choose a new favorite band. The logical new one was Jimmy Eat World. I do like them, but it just doesn't quite seem right. Occasionally, I just don't want to listen to them. Then I stumbled upon the realization that I have known who would take the throne all along. So without further ado. I present. . .

Wilco


(PS I like snow, but only when it gets me out of class. Seeing as how I currently am not in classes, I do not like this snow.)

Why bother

It's gonna hurt me
It's gonna kill when you desert me
This happened to me twice before
It won't happen to me anymore

It's sobering. The moment you realize that you will never be more than the nice guy. The supporting cast. When you realize you will never be the hero. It's sobering. And it kind of hurts.

Empty spaces - what are we living for

Abandoned places - I guess we know the score
On and on
Does anybody know what we are looking for

Another hero another mindless crime
Behind the curtain in the pantomime
Hold the line
Does anybody want to take it anymore

The show must go on
The show must go on
Inside my heart is breaking
My make-up may be flaking
But my smile still stays on

Whatever happens I'll leave it all to chance
Another heartache another failed romance
On and on
Does anybody know what we are living for
I guess I'm learning
I must be warmer now
I'll soon be turning round the corner now
Outside the dawn is breaking
But inside in the dark I'm aching to be free

The show must go on
The show must go on - yeah
Ooh inside my heart is breaking
My make-up may be flaking
But my smile still stays on

Yeah, oh oh oh

My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies
Fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die
I can fly - my friends

The show must go on - yeah
The show must go on
I'll face it with a grin
I'm never giving in
On with the show

I'll top the bill
I'll overkill
I have to find the will to carry on
On with the
On with the show

The show must go on, go on, go on, go on, ...


Sometimes things go right. And even if its just a little thing, you have to be happy about that. Right?

To every broken heart in here

Love was once a part, but now it's disappeared
She told me that it's all part of the choices that you make
Even when you think you're right
You have to give to take

But there's still tomorrow
Forget the sorrow
And I can be on the last train home
Watch it pass the day
As it fades away
No more time to care
No more time, today

But we sing
If we're going nowhere
Yeah we sing
If it's not enough
And we sing
Sing without a reason
To ever fall in love

I wonder if you're listening
Picking up on the signals
Sent back from within
Sometimes it feels like I don't really know whats going on
Time and time again it seems like everything is wrong in here

Yesterday, I went over 1000 hits on my "blog". I felt popular for about 5 minutes and then realized that it is most likely the same 10 people just having clicked a bunch of times each. Either way, thats kind of cool.

To celebrate, today I am buying pants. Actually, not really buying. I'm going to exchange some that I recently bought for a different size (apparently I've put on a few).

Larger-than-life characters aren't supposed to grow old before our eyes.

Or become frail. Or make mistakes. Or have an aura that dims. More than anything, they're not supposed to die at a young age.

If it weren't for Kirby Puckett, I wouldn't even be a baseball fan. There is little I can say that hasn't been said. I remember sitting in my living room as an 8 year old watching the 91 World Series. I waved my not quite genuine homer hanky as if the world depended on it. At that moment, there was no one I wanted to be more than Kirby Puckett.

This bed in on fire with passion and love

The neighbors complain about the noises above
But she only cums when she's on top

My therapist said not to see you no more
She said you're like a disease without any cure
She said I'm so obsessed that I'm becoming a bore, oh no

Ah you think you're so pretty

Caught your hand inside the till
Slammed your fingers in the door
Fought with kitchen knives and skewers
Dressed me up in womens clothes
Messed around with gender roles
Dye my eyes and call me pretty

Moved out of the house so you moved next door
I locked you out you cut a hole in the wall
I found you sleeping next to me I thought I was alone
You're driving me crazy when are you coming home

Laiiiid Laiiiid

Apartments suck and I never want to live in one again. Tough luck, huh? Maybe this can just be motivation. Make more money. Buy a house. No more apartments.

We'll see.

Have heart my dear

We're bound to be afraid
Even if it's just for a few days
Making up for all this mess

We (my roommates and I) just found out that the house we live in is going to be sold. We have to move by June 1.

This doesn't concern me from a financial standpoint. I can afford the extra rent for a 1-bedroom apartment.

I am concerned, though, that I will become a recluse. I have a tendency to become quite inactive if there aren't other people around doing things.

The easy answer is to find new roommates. I have lived with other people in the past, and it has always worked out. I just don't want to do that anymore. Living with strangers just isn't appealing to me right now.

Oh, well.

I often write something to a friend and then decide that it is "insightful" in its own way. And that I can take it out of its original context and people will still understand. Then it turns into a blog. It is strange how so many of my blogs were influenced by other myspace factors.