One tin soldier rides away.


The sun goes down in Jersey
Rises over Little Italy--
We could talk it up 'til the block gets up
Swapping stories
Sitting around in some all night zoo
Watching it run like a movie
Synchronized--like magic
Good friends you and me

But now it's cloak and dagger
Walk on eggshells and analyze
Every particle of difference
Gets like mountains in our eyes
You say, "You're unscrupulous!"
You say, "You're naive!"
Synchronized--like magic
Good friends you and me

Sometimes change comes at you
Like a broadside accident
There is chaos to the order
Random things you can't prevent
There could be trouble around the corner
There could be beauty down the street
Synchronized--like magic
Good friends you and me

No hearts of gold
No nerves of steel
No blame for what we can and cannot feel

It's unbelievable how hectic this week is, and wonders out of wonders i really don't know why. I haven't been slacking, but haven't really been bombarded with homework. I'm just simply... occupied all the time. Last week's 1030pm bedtime in order to be relatively alive at my 730am class has risen drastically to a 2am bedtime. I'm so tired and it started feeling like friday since wednesday. Drained, sleepy and weary. Mentally, i'm a walking talking cobweb. Makes me think what wld happen when i officially enter the rat race >.< i'll be waving a "boneweary!" sign :p

Dreams of home are more illusive now that the chance for them to reign and conquer has shortened due to the less shut-eye time. Regardless of the thickness of the mist, it's still damp, and the lack of reminders just makes the ache worst. Finding perverse delight in venturing down the road of semi-masochism, i blundered into a mirage and kicked myself down memory lane. Momentary bliss.

Well. Wandering off the rabbit hole is part of niche searching. You meet cute fluffy sheep costumed wolves and manage to skitter away with only a wimper and a couple of scars. Then you meet cougars dressed as yr own kin, beware of serious mauling. Then lions who are cuddly, and crocodiles that masquerade as handbags. Go figure. It's a jungle out there! But when you meet the cuddly sheep, and they say "hey it cld be worse!" i guess it is so. I dislike mutton. (that was outta point :p) Hunting as an occupation wld be profitable :p and i guess that's an option. Gun toting's a little too heavy for me, and maybe some fanged creature wld trip on my rabbit hole :p their fang wld then drop off, and they wld be bo gay bad guys and try gumming rabbits to death :D

Therefore go forth and make rabbit holes!

Excuse my lack of intellegence and incoherance.

Painted horses go up and down

Rows and flows of angel hair
And ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons everywhere,
I've looked at clouts that way,
But now they only block the sun,
They rain and snow on everyone.
So many things i would have done,
But clouds got in my way.

I've looked at clouds from both sides now,
From up and down and still somehow
It's clouds' illusions I recall;
I really don't know clouds at all.

Moons and Jones and ferris wheels,
The dizzy dancing way i feel,
As every fairy tale comes real,
I've looked at love that way.
But now it's just another show,
You leave 'em laughing when you go
And if you care, don't let them know,
Don't give yourself away.

I've looked at love from both sides now,
From give and take and still somehow,
It's love's illusions I recall;
I really don't know love at all.

Psychology 120 informs us that though the mind and the body are two different things, they require a certain cooperation for a human to perform. The mind acts as the informative source, the caculator in other words, logical analagies, explaination and exit doors. The body though, is the instictive source, and our behavious will thus be based on inherited fenes, shared values, customs and beliefs.

Cognitive and cultural/evolutionary factors seldom ever dance perfectly on the balance scale, and sometimes the logical defeats the instinctive. Most of the time, this happens when the situation is beginning to escalate out of our control, and we see the reigns just slipping out of our hands. Maybe it is instinct itself the allows logic to overide instinct. (sounds weird :p)

Or maybe it could just be a simple (Ockham's razor! wooohoo!) simple fact that we're just too tired to let our heart get into the way of things anymore. Logic's pretty. Sometimes anyway.

In the year 2005 I resolve to: Make the FBIs most wanted list. Get your resolution here