So I'm really NOT afraid to tell ye . . . I be obsessed with St. Patrick's Day. It's the only day it's cool to be white--as long as you're Irish. :) Oh so very good to be a Sullivan.
I get that this was so 2009 . . . but I missed the boat on Celebrity Look Alike Week and I was curious. Um, apparently I look like Melissa McCarthy or Sookie on Gilmore Girls. I'm totally okay with that.
I've always been a pretty committed and loyal customer to the Explorer. In one foul sweep they just lost me. The culprit? The new version does not allow copy and paste. I REFUSE to type out lyrics, poems, and quotes I want to put on my blog. I'm upset. I feel like I just broke up with a friend. Terrible. Damn new version. Don't be so tricky with other features and anti copy & paste--it just ruins what we always had. Which I thought was something special.
Shadow walks faster than you
You don't really know what to do
Do you think that you're not alone?
You really think that you are immune to
Its gonna get that the best of you
Its gonna lift you up and let you down
It will defeat you then teach you to get back up
After it takes away all that
You learn to love
Your reflection is a blur
Out of focus
But in confusion
The frames are suddenly burnt
And in the end of a roll of illusion
A ghost waiting its turn
Now I can see right through
It's a warning that nobody heard
It will teach you to love what you're afraid of
After it takes away all that
You learn to love
But you don't
Always
Have to hold your head
Higher than your heart
Your echo comes back out of tune
Now you can quite get used to it
Reverb is just a room
The problem is that there's no truth to it
It's fading way too soon
The shadow is on the move
And maybe you should be moving too
Before it takes away all that you learned to love
It will defeat you and then teach you to get back up
Cause you don't
Always
Have to hold your head
Higher than your heart
You better hope you're not alone
You better hope you're not alone
You better hope you're not alone
-Jack Johnson, Hope
You don't really know what to do
Do you think that you're not alone?
You really think that you are immune to
Its gonna get that the best of you
Its gonna lift you up and let you down
It will defeat you then teach you to get back up
After it takes away all that
You learn to love
Your reflection is a blur
Out of focus
But in confusion
The frames are suddenly burnt
And in the end of a roll of illusion
A ghost waiting its turn
Now I can see right through
It's a warning that nobody heard
It will teach you to love what you're afraid of
After it takes away all that
You learn to love
But you don't
Always
Have to hold your head
Higher than your heart
Your echo comes back out of tune
Now you can quite get used to it
Reverb is just a room
The problem is that there's no truth to it
It's fading way too soon
The shadow is on the move
And maybe you should be moving too
Before it takes away all that you learned to love
It will defeat you and then teach you to get back up
Cause you don't
Always
Have to hold your head
Higher than your heart
You better hope you're not alone
You better hope you're not alone
You better hope you're not alone
-Jack Johnson, Hope
Finally, I can talk about something interesting again. . .
Talking about my life, like LIFE, ex: what happened to me in 2009 (which I just tackled in the past like five posts) is not fun for me. It's actually just pretty damn tedious. Thank goodness I can just talk about stuff I like and post vapid stories and stuff. Way better than like REAL things. So . . . today? Pudding. Fuh RILL. No joke. I love it. I do. And I see no need to apologize for that. It's prety damn good stuff. Particularly chocolate, with wonderful whipped cream on top, or possibly in the form of one of those adorable little dirt cups with the gummy worms. You know the kind I mean. Fin.
