[	mood	|	impressed	]
[	music	|	The Doors	]

So while I was walking up Park Ave, a well dressed elderly woman and her associate exit a very nice townhouse, looking quite polished and ritzy themselves to match their surroundings. The woman does a double take, walks up to me and tells me with a slight bit of astonishment that I radiate an intense psychic energy and that I have a magnificent aura. She then digs around in her Louis Vuitton bag and finds a card, which she hands to me and tells me that I must come and have a reading and that she'll do it for free, and while it may not be life changing, it will be eye opening. She also says that once I come in, she'll remember me, and that she knows that these things may not be something I believe in, but that she hopes I will stop by one day. 

I thanked her, and I really had the full intention of going in for some sort of psychic reading, so I tucked the business card into the side pocket of my bag. Later, in Central Park, I stopped to give a family some directions to a museum in Spanish, (they stopped and asked me and I thought, Puedo ayudar!! and began chatting away, albeit slowly), and the business card blew away. So now I'll never know of my psychic energy and aura and such. 

Le sigh. 

Oh, and then in the evening, my dad beat me in a musical debate by pointing out that Freddie Mercury was Indian. This information has warped my fragile little mind.

[	mood	|	restless beyond belief	]
[	music	|	Damien Rice - Volcano	]

I believe we have a knack for great closing lines. 

We set up naturally dramatic scenes and, as only an actor and poet could, carry them out to a tragic end.

What was once "The willow trees look sad, do they not?" and "You'll always be the only girl who could make me dance" is now "Just one more kiss and we'll go" while the rush and whir of tires against the road home provides a soundtrack. 

Then we lather, rinse, and repeat all manner of sins.

[

mood

|

confused

]

I've begun reimagining certain recent scenes from my life with Maroon 5 lyrics. They are just as sentimental either way and oddly accurate. 

Girl: i drove for miles and miles and wound up at your door. I've had you so many times but somehow I want more. 
Boy: Tap on my window, knock on my door, I want to make you feel beautiful.
Girl: I tend to get so insecure - 
Boy: It doesn't matter anymore.
Girl: It's not always rainbows and butterflies! It's compromise that moves us along. My heart is full and 
Boy: My door's always open.
Girl: You can come anytime you want.
Boy: I know where you hide, alone in your car. Know all of the things that make you who you are.
Girl: I know that goodbye means nothing at all...
Boy: Comes back and begs me to catch her every time she falls. 

Please don't try so hard to say goodbye.

[	mood	|	determined/made my choices	]
[	music	|	U2 - Best of 1980 - 1990	]

Of science and the human heart
There is no limit
There is no failure here, sweetheart
Just when you quit.
- U2

[	mood	|	awake	]
[	music	|	Stellastarr*	]

Apparently, it's been a bit since I've written anything here.

So here's some song lyrics along with an idle thought. 

I'll run away with you.
We can build a goldmine.
We'll cross the Sahara, child.
I'll be the truth for you.

Home life, no life, I've been living here without you.
New home, New York, I've been living here without you.
I've been awake!
We can build our own world...

When I finally find the words, I'll be coming back to you. 
If I decide to rule the world, I'm still coming back for you. 
- Stellastarr* - "Somewhere Across Forever"

I really like Stellastarr*. I like to think of this song as a conversation sometimes. A really hopeful conversation wherein two people create their own place in the universe.