Monthly Archives: September 2007

Never Too Late


What can I say about my lovely class of 2008? 

The idiocy of my peers in sixth period sign language is only comparable to the small Crested monkeys at the zoo. You know, the ones that fall on their heads three times a day fighting over potato skins and their own filth?

 Have you ever reached the definite point of simply despising those around you and just wanting space? I am ashamed of my graduating class, and I am ashamed of their actions and their attitudes… Frankly, I’m ashamed to be associated with them. I know this may be seen as unrequited snobbery, but can you blame me? These chimps certainly act flea-bitten and deranged. It’s hard to be the one who can sit in silence, watching the clock, yawning and praying that there will be a fire drill.

Sing Language is far from silent. If anything, it’s an excuse to be obnoxious without anyone hearing you.

And recently, I have found that when my life heading downhill, I can simply go to ASL to make it a whole lot worse. What better way to “cry havock” on my existance than to make myself miserable? For example… Today, I was in Photo with the Omnisilly Ushman. I told him the sad truth that yesterday when a photo turned out well was the last time I was happy. Until now. He agreed in my pathetic sadness, but reminded me that not all is lost. I can print more photos (haha) not.

And then, the MP3, full of angst and angry rage (all 10 songs on the “Metal” playlist) called to my warring, unhappy soul. How poingient (laugh at spelling later, I’m in a time crunch) that this should appear.

“Never Too Late”

This world will never be
What I expected
And if I don’t belong
Who would have guessed it
I will not leave alone
Everything that I own
To make you feel like it’s not too late
It’s never too late
Even if I say
It’ll be alright
Still I hear you say
You want to end your life
Now and again we try
To just stay alive
Maybe we’ll turn it all around
‘Cause it’s not too late
It’s never too late
No one will ever see
This side reflected
And if there’s something wrong
Who would have guessed it
And I have left alone
Everything that I own
To make you feel like
It’s not too late
It’s never too late
Even if I say
It’ll be alright
Still I hear you say
You want to end your life
Now and again we try
To just stay alive
Maybe we’ll turn it all around
‘Cause it’s not too late
It’s never too late

The world we knew
Won’t come back
The time we’ve lost
Can’t get back
The life we had
Won’t be ours again

This world will never be
What I expected
And if I don’t belong

Even if I say
It’ll be alright
Still I hear you say
You want to end your life
Now and again we try
To just stay alive
Maybe we’ll turn it all around
‘Cause it’s not too late
It’s never too late
Maybe we’ll turn it all around
‘Cause it’s not too late
It’s never too late (It’s never too late)
It’s not too late
It’s never too late

No, I’m not suicidal. It’s never too late for this to be complete… but how will it end? I find it ironic that I should have another post on this page devoted the “The Pursuit of Happyness”. Our pursuits are really just unfufilled dreams made complete by little blips of joy. What happens when it feels as though the world has simply blipped out on you?How will it end?~H~

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