Saturday, June 21, 2008

I've had an extremely hard time thinking of anything to blog about recently. I haven't been doing anything at all. I'm waiting mostly--for weddings, a possible trip, and now a funeral. I don't have anything to say. I've been watching Euro 2008 closely. I have exercise class that's kicking my butt on tuesdays and thursdays. And some nights I go do something with a friend. That's about it. I'm boring now that I don't have England.

Thursday, June 12, 2008

My Ringtone

Rise Up With Fists
by Jenny Lewis

What are you changing?
Who do you think you're changing?
You can't change things.
We're all stuck in our ways.
It's like trying to clean the ocean.
What do you think, you can drain it?
Well, it was poison and dry
long before you came.

But you can wake up younger under the knife;
and you can wake up sounder if you get analyzed.
And I'd better wake up.
There but for the grace of god go I.

It's hard to believe your prophets
when they're asking you to change things.
But with their suspect lives, we look the other way.
Are you really that pure, sir?
Thought I saw you in Vegas
It was not pretty, but she was

But she will wake up wealthy,
and you will wake up forty-five.
And she will wake up with baby.
There but for the grace of god go I.

What am I fighting for?
The cops are at my front door.

I can't escape that way,
the windows are in flames.
And what's that on your ankle?
You say they're not coming for you,
but house arrest is really just the same.

Like when you wake up behind the bar,
trying to remember where you are,
having crushed all the pretty things.
There but for the grace of god go I.

But I still believe.
And I will rise up with fists.
And I will take what's mine.
(Mine, mine, mine)
There but for the grace of god go I.