A Small Note on Words

Words, words, words. Love 'em hate 'em, either way they're there and you have to deal. I don't know why writing is cathartic (is that the right word) it's like you're exerting some kind of control on concepts, ideas, emotions when you can put them into words. Life is spiraling out of control and I'm just grinning and waiting for everything to blow up. Insanity is more fun, Katie

Hmm, hmm, hmm, la, la, la...

And so we talked all night about the rest of our lives
Where we're gonna be when we turn 25
I keep thinking times will never change
Keep on thinking things will always be the same
But when we leave this year we won't be coming back
No more hanging out cause we're on a different track
And if you got something that you need to say
You better say it right now cause you don't have another day
Cause we're moving on and we can't slow down
These memories are playing like a film without sound
And I keep thinking of that night in June
I didn't know much of love
But it came too soon and there was me and you
And then we got real blue
Stay at home talking on the telephone
We'd get so excited, we'd get so scared
Laughing at our selves thinking life's not fair
And this is how it feels

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As we go on, we remember
All the times we had together
And as our lives change, come whatever
We will still be, friends forever

So if we get the big jobs and we make the big money
When we look back now, will our jokes still be funny?
Will we still remember everything we learned in school?
Still be trying to break every single rule
Will little brainy Bobby be the stockbroker man?
Can Heather ever find a job that won't interfere with her tan?
I keep, I keep thinking that it's not goodbye
Keep on thinking it's a time to fly
And this is how it feels

Will we think about tomorrow like we think about now?
Can we survive it out there? Can we make it somehow?
I guess I thought that this would never end
And suddenly it's like we're women and men
Will the past be a shadow that will follow us round?
Will these memories fade when I leave this town
I keep, I keep thinking that it's not goodbye
Keep on thinking it's a time to fly
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What do you want to do? Who do you want to be? What are you going to do with your life? In thirty years, will you be happy? Why? All of these things are questions we ask ourselves, but I'm going insane b/c I thought I had answered them enough for the moment simply by knowing that I'm going to Madison next year, but now I'm wanting to ask myself the more extensive questions. What am I going to be? How do I want to live? If you see me and I seem really out of it it's because I'm slowly easing my way into a minor mental/emotional breakdown. Oh well, you have to have one of those every now and then I guess, facts of life and all that. Ta for now, Katie