thristy just feels like the right word, emotion, if you will, for what i'm feeling. ok blah, it's the end of the semester and we all can't wait to break out of our cells they call rooms but i just can't wait for the day i start living. ok, ok, this is life. getting up in the morning to do mostly meaningless work that you won't use or going to sit in a class you aren't interested in and talking to a lot of people that you know you will never talk to again [or hope not to]. that doesn't seem like life to me. getting married, doing what makes you happy, having a family, a life, a home. isn't that what they [whomever they may be] have been preparing us, molding us for, our entire lives??? sometimes i don't know what the point is. education (ya and i'm sitting here hoping to one day teach!) but i want to teach to people who want to be where they are. major classes in college or a techinical or magnet school, teaching television which is what i love....i don't know. if you aren't happy, what's the point? cause then you aren't living, you are being, but you aren't living. ...


ok, friggin long ridiculous rant, i know....


got to get away from here.../got to get away from all these thinkers.../drinking up my thoughts again/got to get away from here.../got to get awa from all these choosers, losers.../all of my best friends//sit back New York City/you're not cute but you're oh so pretty/when the rain comes you fall up again.../SUNNY...you are a part of me/SUNNY...you are the heart of me//got to get away from here.../got to get away from all these people who need people.../you know it really makes me sick/got to get away from here.../got to get away from expectations, recreations, just for the sake of it//sit back New York City/you're not cute but you're oh so pretty/when the rain comes you fall up again.../SUNNY...you are a part of me/SUNNY...you are the heart of me//sit back New York City/you're not cute but you're oh so pretty/when the rain comes you fall up again...//sit back New York City friend.../got to get away from here.../got to get away from what i'm thinking.../i'm thinking.../it's too much for anyone.../got to get away from here.../got to get away from what you're drinking.../you're drinking.../so i'll take another one...

-five for fighting::nyc weather report-



ok, peace out.

-kat-ja-