Life in a Sand Castle

"I once had lots of pride.
The world was in my hands.
I lived way at the top,
In castles made of sand."

These are lyrics from the song "Gratitude", by Oingo Boingo. I posted them here because I think they epitomize not just the frailty of our egos, but the frailty of life in general. If you're interested check the song out here.

Danny Elfman was so hot when he was younger. Shit, I still think he's hot.

Anyway, my stupidly pious mother is at choir practice. My brother is at school. My dad is asleep. I am essentially alone, and taking advantage of the much needed solitude. After being surrounded by jerks all day, and coming home to the family I hate, I really don't mind being alone. Although, I'm not really alone. I have friends, and a boyfriend, a boyfriend who happens to write surrealist prose (that's what he calls it). Y'all should check out his livejournal. He hasn't posted anything on there in a long ass time, but the stuff is still worth reading. And no, Shayne Amwell is not his real name.

Eh. I guess I should post something of my own up here. Alright. Here are the lyrics to the first song I ever wrote. The lyrics by themselves are kinda lame, but with the music they are less lame. It's a nice coming-of-age song. Actually, it's about abortion. The piano part that goes to this song is mostly improv over the same three chords: G major, F major, and C major. I know. It's the most abused chord progression. I'm not too proud. The song is called "Girls".

Just a couple of years ago
We were as pure as possible
Clean as possible

Now it doesn't seem so simple to me
We were infected
We learned a new language
We learned what our bodies were for

And

We were girls (x3)
(naughty little girls)

Just a couple of months ago
We were as common as possible
Normal as possible

But when you broke the news to me that day
I knew things would be different
They had to be different
They had to affect us some way

Cause

We were girls (x3)
(stupid little girls)

Just a couple of days ago
We were having a good time
Having a great time

Now you are telling me how bad it was
You say it was painful
It must have been painful
That’s all growing up ever was

When

You’re a girl (x3)
(in a man’s world)
girl, you’re a girl
you’re a girl
(in a man’s world)

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That's it for tonight, folks!

- Paula