| okay, so it's two o clock in the morning. and i have two presentations tomorrow, one of which is symposium for english. i also have a surgery, a two hour long horseback riding practice, and a chorus concert. and i am on xanga. do you know why? it's called insomnia. i seriously think i'm an insomniac. and the worst thing about it is, all i ever feel like doing when i can't sleep is play the piano. like thats all i want to do but i obviously can't because itll wake everyone up. so, i'm stuck in my room on xanga. hooray. only four real days of senior year left. i'm actually, surprisingly, a little sad. i mean, it's so strange to think i've spent four years here. before here i hadn't spent more than a year anywhere in five years. it's just weird to think that everything i've been planning for and hoping to get to experience might actually come true in a few years. i've both burned and built a lot of bridges these four years, and if you told me freshman year what would happen by senior year, i actually probably would not have believed you. so all i have to say is.. whats going to happen in the next four years? i wonder if i'll look back on the beginning of college and say "wow, if only i knew..." i just hope i don't lose myself in those 15,000 people. "i'm just a penny on the train track
waitin' for my judgement day
come on baby girl let me see those legs
before i get flattened away
i wait
yeah, i wait
for something good, for something great
stoppin' in somebody's old home town
gotta get that midnight meal
if you can't get behind your own life
get behind the driving wheel
and go, just go
find a place that you don't know
ran into a friend just the other night
got a badge, he's a local cop
haven't seen that boy in over seven years
since out of high school i dropped
i see, i see
all the things that i should be
oh baby dance with me!
even lucky man has a bad day
and pretty girl has a scar
after that train comes and takes me away
pick up that guitar
and play, just play
play that rock and roll for me
he's in the yard just washin' his car
thinkin' 'bout his pretty wife
makin' lemonade with the kitchen aid
makin' him a perfect life
and it's grim, so dim
when you wish that you were just like him
i'm just a penny on the train track
waitin' for my judgement day
come on baby girl let me see those legs
before i get flattened away
i wait, i wait
for something good, for something great
and i try, oh i try
i can't stop, i don't know why"
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