gandhi apocalypse

Sometimes I wish I didn't have fingernails, because that way they would never get broken. But if that's my philosophy, then way not take away my bones and my heart, too? I'd rather not break them, either.

When will we own ourselves completely? Because I never would've taken Physics if I was actually in control of my life. And I'd never have obeyed those earthquake drills which were a waste of time, or forced pop music down my own throat, or smiled my sharpest-toothed smile at all those girls who never understood the words I used. I haven't owned myself once in my entire life and I think that some boy in the front row of this class probably owns me better than I own myself.

His eyes are blue.

I have a lot of spare time on my hands but I never get anything done. I keep forgetting to keep my own promises. I keep forgetting that I was going to be better tomorrow, yesterday.   

I worry that I'm going to self-destruct because I wish I had a hurricane named after me. And sometimes sunsets freak me out because I wonder if I'll never see another one. I wake up in the morning feeling very prone to tragedy, and I crave that dying of the light, the yellow-orange-red drip of the day's sweat over some faraway horizon, because a sunset is a such a gamble. 

I take pride in my personal tragedies. I wear my black eye like mascara. I treat sunsets like poker chips and how many can I get away with because it all has to come to a violent end someday. 

I shut the windows on the most terrible, glorious sunsets.

And tonight is not the last time I'll see the light.

Cheers,

Syl

  

 

sixers (plural because, i'm sorry, but there are two)

Cheers,

Syl

  

little blurbs

O Valencia! (The Decemberists)

In classic Romeo and Juliet style, a boy and a girl from two enemy gangs in New York fall in love, but their families object. Juliet-Girl's brother fires a gun at Romeo-Boy but hits Juliet-Girl instead.

I'm Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How to Dance (The Black Kids)

A boy loves a girl, but she's got this boyfriend who is a mega-poser and a total tool, who can't dance. Girl wants the boy to teach her boyfriend some of his slick moves on the dance floor but the boy knows then she'll be gone.

Hannah (Freelance Whales)

Hannah and Pete like each other, but never really solidify their relationship. They flirt, they meet on the balcony and Hannah gives Pete candy. Pete wishes it could be more.

Yourbiggestfan (Never Shout Never)

Ily tells Christofer that she loves him when they're in his room, but later she laughs it off, like it's a big joke. Christofer feels betrayed, he thought he was the strong one, and now he feels like he wasted his time on Ily and has run out of things to say to her.

Anyone Else But You (The Moldy Peaches)

Kimya and Adam love each other, but they can't stand anyone else in the world and don't see what anyone sees in anyone else but the other. They're sort of ugly and they both want fame, so they'll but just deal with everyone else and be together.

Cheers,

Syl

 

songs about things

Here are some song stories. Loosely interpreted, admittedly.

'Kay bye.

When We First Met by Hellogoodbye

 Lyrics

Plot: Forrest meets Chelsea and her long, brown hair and it's the nineties and she wears shoulder pads and this vest that she still has in her closet, somewhere. She cuts her hair in 2003 because Meg Ryan did it first, and now it's 2011 and almost to her elbows again and she uses a flat iron to make it shine. Forrest keeps their haircuts on calendars, circles the days with a red Sharpie, keeps the old calendars in a drawer in his room. And now when he looks at them, all those days, all he wants is this. Chelsea and her brown hair (short and long) and the haircuts circled on the calendars, years and years of haircuts.

Characters: Forrest, a twenty-er-thirty-something musician, clad in plaid and one of those skinny ties for their Christmas photo.  Chelsea Lynn, who was quiet in high school.

Conflict: Chelsea's ever-changing hairstyles give Forrest anxiety.

Theme: Love is very similar to hair. (Enduring love, whatever.)

Setting: Beachy California, kitschy tourist tee-shirts abounding.

Kill the Director by The Wombats

Lyrics

Plot: Boy likes this girl called something like Allie or Ellie, but he's not so great at social interaction yet, not after the last one. She looks over and he pretends to check out the soap opera section of the local paper. Checks out All My Children, a little General Hospital. It's England, so there's also Brookside and maybe Coronation Street, he nods to himself like "yeah, that Victoria is a rowdy one, I saw it coming". Allie/Ellie walks on by, so Boy decides he'll make up a little band with too much distortion on the guitar, write some songs about her, get a bit famous.  His life is suspiciously close to a romantic comedy, and he hopes he isn't doomed to a tragic, if not laughable, end. This is no Bridget Jones, that's quite clear.

Characters: Boy, and he's angsty, basically. And not so tactful.  Allie/Ellie, mile long legs, probably.

Conflict: Allie/Ellie really doesn't, and isn't about to, notice Boy. She's got a kind-of-boyfriend going to school in Kent right now. Has no time for boys in garage bands with too long bangs and a secondhand guitar.

Theme: Love angst, the irony of it.

Setting: Some city that you've never heard of in England, everyone talking in cockney accents and pink-cheeked as only the British are. There's this trashy news stand nearby, with a little striped awning.

 Cheers,

Syl