A decade ago, I never thought I would be,
at twenty three, on the verge of spontaneous combustion.
Woe-is-me.
But I guess that it comes with the territory;
an ominous landscape of never ending calamity.
I need you to hear, I need you to see that I have had all I can take and
exploding seems like a definite possibility to me.
So pardon me while I burst into flames.
I've had enough of the world and it's people's mindless games.
So pardon me while I burn and rise above the flame.
Pardon me, pardon me....I'll never be the same.
Not two days ago, I was having a look in a book
and I saw a picture of a guy fried up above his knees.
I said, "I can relate," cause' lately I've been thinking of combustication
as a welcomed vacation from the burdens of the planet earth.
Like gravity, hypocrisy, and the perils of being in 3-D...
and thinking so much differently.
So pardon me while I burst into flames.
I've had enough of the world and it's people's mindless games.
So pardon me while I burn and rise above the flame.
Pardon me, pardon me....I'll never be the same.
- Incubus, Pardon Me
one of my all-time favorites. before i thought that it was so angsty, but it's actually an optmistic song. i miss the old incubus.

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today i had my interview in scribbleworks. it's exactly the kind of company i want to work for! i was deaf for a while because of my screaming inside my head "pick me! pick me!"

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and then i finally realized: why the hell do i allow myself to be subjected to these things?!

finally, earth to lisa. f i n a l l y.