Everybody Knows It Hurts To Grow Up, And Everybody Does...

I'm sick of school. I used to not mind it, but now it's just a chore. It wouldn't be so bad, but Honors Lit. is awful. It's not so much that it's hard, it's that it's such a bore. We've written 2 essays on the same exact thing. Well, actually, I've written one. I need to write the other one tonight. Maybe it's just the book? I dunno. All I know is that the class has been terrible so far and it's bringing down my whole semester, even though I have one of the higher grades in there right now.

I signed up for my next year's classes today. I'm gonna have a hard senior year. AP Literature, Physics, Economics, Algebra III, (maybe) Spanish III, and Band.

The venue / record shop idea has been scrapped. Ed's parents leased out the building to someone, but if that doesn't work out they're getting the movie theater. Oh well. So it goes, I suppose.

I don't know why I'm writing this, so here's a song by Ben Folds called, "Still Fighting It."



Good morning, son.
I am a bird
Wearing a brown polyester shirt
You want a coke?
Maybe some fries?
The roast beef combo's only $9.95
It's okay, you don't have to pay
I've got all the change

Everybody knows
It hurts to grow up
And everybody does
It's so weird to be back here
Let me tell you what
The years go on and
We're still fighting it, we're still fighting it
And you're so much like me
I'm sorry

Good morning, son
In twenty years from now
Maybe we'll both sit down and have a few beers
And I can tell you 'bout today
And how I picked you up and everything changed
It was pain
Sunny days and rain
I knew you'd feel the same things

Everybody knows
It sucks to grow up
And everybody does
It's so weird to be back here.
Let me tell you what
The years go on and
We're still fighting it, we're still fighting it
You'll try and try and one day you'll fly
Away from me

Good morning, son
I am a bird

It was pain
Sunny days and rain
I knew you'd feel the same things

Everybody knows
It hurts to grow up
And everybody does
It's so weird to be back here.
Let me tell you what
The years go on and
We're still fighting it, we're still fighting it
Oh, we're still fighting it, we're still fighting it

And you're so much like me
I'm sorry