Half-Hearted Girl

She was cigarette laced
Panty twisted
Mind on the moment
Completely simplistic

So I fell in love
With the half hearted girl
Knowing she could never love me back
But the smell of the ashtray
And feel of her skin
Could always make me crack

I left home to find her
Traveled the earth
Followed in her footsteps
To figure out exactly how much she was worth

So I fell in love
With the half hearted girl
Knowing she could never love me back
But the smell of the ashtray
And feel of her skin
Could always make me crack

And I cracked like no one before
As I stared into her coffee colored curls
Wondered when this moment would fall into dust
And if she could even remember my name
So before my heart was broken
I left the half hearted girl
Found her then left her on the other side of the world
Knowing she could never love me back

Married with kids
I saw her again
Called out to her
Tried to make amends

But she fell in love
With the half hearted boy
Thinking that I would love her back
But the smell of the ashtray
And feel of her skin
Could always make me crack
So before my heart was broken
I left the girl in love
Thinking I could never love her back

When A Finger Is Cut

We were thinking about comedians from before our time
The humor and laughs and blue collar crime
Well, it’s not like anyone died from their comedy
Except Belushi, Pryor, Close, and Candy
Maybe a couple more could be stated
But we wouldn’t want them to be overrated

It is said that tragedy is when a finger is cut
But comedy lies when beaten by a slut
And I’m on the edge of finding the truth
Concerning comedy’s vices doused in vermouth

We were thinking about becoming comedians this time
Working on our acts and cutting out all the grime
But where are our heroes to show us the way
The fall of the spotlight can come any day
And I’m hoping the laughs will never go away
And soon there will be nothing left to say…

It is said that tragedy is when a finger is cut
But comedy lies when beaten by a slut
And I’m on the edge of finding the truth
Concerning comedy’s vices doused in vermouth

So, the end is coming near
And everyone will cheer
But not before we go out with a bang
The last comedians to finally hang
With a red lipstick smile on our cheeks

Futuring.

School has become less of a priority for me. I still plan on passing all my classes, I hope. But, my Gen Eds just aren't focusing me. I'm commited to my acting classes. Never before have I cared so much about them. I'm going to be taking a class at the Neo-Futurarium which will help my body awareness. This is strange for me. No longer am I just acting because I can, but it's starting to become a passion for me. Something I love and can't live without. Being on stage. Performing. And, don't get me wrong, doing something like TML which is considered "not performing" is still a dream of mine. The dream of mine, possibly.

I wonder if this passion is partly coming from the relationship I am in right now. He knows how to make me happy without being anything other than himself. And, that makes me want more and more passion in my life. More and more happiness. Because, I refuse to let this feeling go. Who would want to?