Pavlov's Daughter

Ohai.

The grave diggers getting stuck in the machine
Picking getting slim, slimmer
I hear them say my name
Regina, Regina, Regina, a...a...

It's a lazy night tonight. The kind of night where I feel the need to try and get something done, but everytime I start something, I put it off and go back to a state of doing nothing. This blog may be a bit of a different one for me, so forgive me. But then again, when do I really have a "normal" blog anymore? Thinking further, what is a "normal" blog for me? That's too deep of thinking for tonight...Let's move on.

Yes I'm putting the boulder to my ear
And I still can't hear
What do you think I was an amateur
Playin' with my temperature

I'm a handful of meetings away from actually having a major and back into having an actual drive and motivation for life rather than the one that I have right now. That being that if I don't choose a major soon, I'm going to get left behind while everyone else moves on. I can't wait to actually make a decision. I kind of want to rush and just choose OLS for sure, but I need to make sure it's going to be something that I'll be able to do. More so, I want to make sure that it's something that I'm going to enjoy and be able to make a good living with. Sucks that money has to be such a big deal, but that's just the way it goes. Plus, if I do go OLS, I'll have a handful of internships that I could do when the time called for it already lined up. I knew there was a reason I was staying with my job for as long as I have. It may finally be paying off.

If I hear another song about angels
If I see another feather on the dumb box
I'm gonna go to Babylon and get me some whiskey

Though I don't know if this doesn't replace the fact that I haven't got a raise since I've started working there. $7.50 an hour.....Blah.

My name is Lucille and I know how you feel
I live downstairs
I hear you taking out your garbage
I hear you loving your girlfriend
I hear you loving yourself too

Other than that, nothing much else going on with me. Life is reached another fairly boring part. School takes up so much more time than I'd like, but I have to not loose my focus this year. I don't want to dig myself into an even deeper hole than I did, to the point where there may be no return. I've got a handful of friends that have really be motivating and pushing me to do my best, and I have to thank them for everything they've done for me. I don't know where I would be without those people. I'm going to make it to the top, this I'm sure of.

I hear you flushing your toilet
I hear you turning you thoughts off
I turn mine off too
The only thing I hear is you
And you don't sound nice, and you don't sound good

One think that's been eating at me...It really shouldn't, but it's one of those things that you can't help but get upset about. I can't really talk too much about it on here because I don't know who still reads this thing anymore, and if the wrong person reads this, they'll twist everything that I say into something completely different, like they always seem to do. Long story short, most of my old band has gotten back together, minus me and the old singer. The funny thing is, and no one can deny this, the only reason we ever go anywhere was because of the singer we had. The only reason he didn't put his all into the band at the time was because he really did not care for one of the members in the band. So that's why he went on to the other band he was in for a while. Though, to see them getting back together brings back some memories. Hope they actually do something decent. Me and Phil have gotten together and started playing music again, even started writing some stuff. So I'm really hoping that me and him get something going again.

Pavlov's daughter woke up in the morning
Heard the bell ring
And something inside of her made her want to salivate
So she lay there drooling on her pillow
So she lay there
The sun skimming her skin

I need a new release for my muse. This whole blogging thing is really getting old, anyways. I'm seeing people use them for such childish things, and it makes me disappointed. Granted, I don't have too much room to talk. I used to do the same thing with mine, even sometime still do. But really? I just want to do a constant facepalm when I read some of the stuff that people post on these. Some people just come to them to cry, some of them come and talk above everyone else, others just talk in riddles so they confuse everyone they know. Again, I'm in no way saying that their is a certain way that someone should write a blog. I guess I just don't like games. If you are going to say something, be straight forward with it.
Or if anything, use hidden messages.
And it was far away and hazy like a dream
Not a dream, not a dream
But the ocean, not the ocean
But forever...

Alright, I think that's enough for one night. I need to head to bed soon, anyway. I've got a long week coming up. I'm really looking for a get away this weekend. I may try to see what the archenemy is up to, or if anything, stay at a friends apartment or something.
Miss you
I hear you turning your thoughts off
And I turn mine off too
The only thing I hear is you

Obai.