I Don't Like Mondays-Boomtown Rats

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Okay here,
Eliminating the multitude of Bloggers who compose from the news of the day
-Isn't All Of This About PAIN?

Aren't Most meaningful songs developed from heartache and delusions of mystic (mystique)?

Isn't Poetry scribed from the beauty of life and and the downfall that highlights the damn beauty itself?

Shelter me from life's dismal moments and I will lose my inspiration.
I have loads of...
...INSPIRATION

Just wondering here... how much can I really handle to view in Times Roman Text!

A turbulant teen can rip out your heart and spit it back in your face...
emotional drama at it's best...

Remember being a teen?
yeah...
But I don't remember swearing at my mom over a minimal misunderstanding, a disagreement, a simple pause in thought.
He is good-I think I said before 3.6 GPA, yet an emotional rollercoaster taking me for the ride of my life. A basket case in the Weaving! (The younger one here is my rock...Chris Rock of humor...and what gets me through...hmmmm will he turn on me too?)

The only time I ever "totally" blew up at my parents was when they uncovered my diary...a Junior in high school...just like him....it was a journal that's preface stated,
"Due to the curriculum of Creative Writing 101, I take this journey to new lengths that even I could not imagine myself being a part of."

Of course it was not true at all... it was my life...and once found...they were PISSED. Even more pissed than when I hit the fire hydrant after my first week of driving.

I came home from school to find it out on my bed, and even after the explaination and cover up of a challenge writing assignment...I immediatly took it, undertow...down to the creek, after the grounding and beating was done...and burned it. As if a sacred ritual...I saw my teenage life go up in smoke...as I smoked...and cried.

I would give anything to have it back. To read at moments like this. Was I just as emotional? Was I as much of a pain to them? So confusing?

Guess I'd have to uncover thier journal to find the answer.

In the new age of technology...I wish I had a laptop, a Blog, and a glass of wine that need not be hidden.

Manic...Yes I am...
Monday...Yes it is...

Damn...
and I was doing soooooo good!!!!!!!!

"The silicon chip inside her head
gets switched to overload
and nobody's going to school today
she's going to make them stay at home
Daddy does not understand it
he always said she was as good as gold
and he can see no reasons
cuz there are no reasons
what reason do you need to be sure
Tell me WHY...I don't like Mondays"

-Boomtown Rats