Let me share with you: some of my favourite lyrics. (January 1979, by mewithoutYou)

Some lyrics are so good they deserve the title, "poem." I analyse mewithoutYou's lyrics for English assignments, and I will always do so. January, 1979. Saw a terrible crash and i couldn’t help but laugh, As my ear pressed against the past like a glass on a wall of a house in a photograph.My forehead no longer sweet with holy kisses worthy of your fiery lips. I was floating in a peaceful sea 'rescued' by a sinking ship. If I could become the servant of all, no lower place to fall. (If could be your servant) If I could become the servant of all, no lower place to fall. (If I could be your servant) If I could become the servant of all, no lower place to fall. (If could be your servant) If I could become the servant of all, no lower place to fall. (If I could be your servant) You watch me like a ten car highway wreck with detached, vulgar curiosity.This looking down at the tops of the hats of us passers-by from your 7th floor balcony. From such a height you missed creatures too small for sight carry on covert conversations. And the misguided insects crown me their grasshopper king with a dance of celebration. After years with a crown on my head, I've grown overfed, unconcerned and comfortably numb. Kept busy indulging in the pleasures of the wealthy. (Someone make me afraid of what I’ve become!) At the first sign of possible sorrow, I turned my heels and ran. (Oh, I’ll never learn.) My life is a cup of sugar I’ve borrowed before time began and forgot to return. It was a matter of time--I always said I could see so now I’m going blind. (I could be your servant) It was a matter of time--I always said I could see so now I’m going blind. (If I could be your servant) It was a matter of time--I always said I could see so now I’m going blind. (I could be your servant) It was a matter of miserable time-- but I heard somewhere there was a cure for useless eyes? (If I could be your servant)

Vitamin C - Graduation

I have been listening to this song on repeat. Sometimes it makes me sad. It is about leaving school and how everyone goes in different directions. And. Realistically. Most, if not all of us will drift apart significantly. And the problem with high school is that it is only in this last year that I have really gotten to know Gerard, Louise, Shani and Lauren and everyone. Every year I have hung with a different kinda group of people, well, many groups of people 'cause our school isn't cliquey at all so I've just socialised with whoever. But now in Year 13, we have the common room, which is really just a balcony above the squash court with a half wall. 20-30 of us (out of the 80 in Year 13) hang out there, play cards, eat cheese toasted sandwiches, complain about the dirty dump it is (Health Department would close it down: the fridge is covered in mould, on the INSIDE. - and I put MILK in it every Monday) and yell at juniors down below who are playing table tennis or squash. That's our routine. The couches are rusty, ripped, dirty, falling to bits and lots of broken chairs lie in bits on the ground. People just break them if they feel like it. The other day, in study, Corey smashed a few plates in the bin just to make a point. People NEVER clean their dishes. The teatowels smell FOUL. I bought a dishrack from the opshop but no one uses it. But anyway. It is a dump, but the general consensus is: we like it 'cause it is OUR dump. No staff ever venture up there. it is slightly removed from the rest of the school but we can keep an eye out on whats happening. As old D.H.G, this is important. I broke up a fight between a year 9 GIRL and a year 12 boy once- Ridiculous - it was a release of sexual tension for them both. And I love these people. And we're all dispersing around the country in February. 4 hours drive south - Wellington. 5 hours drive north - Auckland. 2 hours drive south - Palmerston North. A very long drive and boat trip and more driving- Christchurch and Dunedin. And we're only really getting to know each other NOW. After four and a half years. And my facebook countdown tells me there is 95 days to the last of my eight exams. ONLY NINETY FIVE DAYS. I want to do really well in exams, 'cause I know I can. It's not about success or being amazing, but I just wanna do well for myself this time. No pressure from school or anything. I'm moving to MANGERE next year, and I don't even need UE for it, so whatever. But I want schol in English, Media, Geography just 'cause I want it for me. 'Cause I should use my brains finally. It's my last shot at high school. And all the other years I did one day study before externals and pulled Excellences "out of my arse" as my fellow Year 13s like to say. But you can't pull schol out like that. And I don't wanna scrape by. However, we are making the most out of our last couple of months together. Ten of us are roadtripping for a weekend end of this term. I'm gonna hold a food party and clothes swap for lots of us end of the year. I am definitely going to hitch hike with Wilbur this summer, sometime. Like last summer. I should go to sleep - Tomorrow night is my 18th party - Rich and Poor theme - and I don't even have my outfit sorted! And history internal due Monday which I have barely started. "Hand in Monday or fail" said my teacher to me, specifically. It was due three weeks agoooo. I don't care about history anymore. Blah subject. Tudor England has nothing exciting. I know it's sadistic and morbid but I like studying the Holocaust and stuff like that. Shocking. It means something. It forces you to examine human evil. None of this "farming in Elizabethan England" rubbish. Facts about me: I steal passport photos. I love reading blogs. The cabaret is in two and a half weeks. :)

Blogs

I am currently reading a really awesome blog by a girl at Marsden: basically I'm a blog freak, I love reading peoples blogs! I am generally just nosy, but this last few months I have stumbled across so many cool blogs! like ellasfashionbakery.blogspot.com (CNI teams debating coach, I had all my debating training at her flat cause she flats with uday) and william blogs really cool too, when he has time for it! And Al blogs a photo a day. I like thoughts. Words. Thinking. Ideas. This is my second blog: the other one was semi-private on LJ but I think I'm going to transition to this one. Just gotta think of stuff to say! I always talk talk talk especially in history and media so don't know why blogging is such a problem, especially 'cause I love to write. My english teacher says its 'cause i need to "turn off my crap-o-meter" while I'm writing and critique ad edit afterwards. YES!

Never mind the nightlife

I am eighteen today. Yuss! I can join trademe.

Just Feed The Hungry, A'ight?

Tonight I did some English research: The causes, consequences and possible solutions for the dispossessed in literature. Gooood times. Self confessed English nerd. :)

Seriously though: I love stuff that makes you think. I love that this research feels like it has a purpose - I have DISCOVERED stuff in this research.

The texts overall offered four solutions to dispossession.

The Christian response - feed the hungry etc (Though short-term and dependant, not a bad idea from my point of view)

The Governmental responsibility response - Government has to lead initiatives otherwise all efforts fail.

The self-responsibility response - dispossessed must fight their way out of dispossession, especially if they did not cause their own dispossession

and lastly the blatant - there is no solution. A song I looked at was just like "mumble your pitiful prayers - If you're looking for a blanket, I'm no sort of fabric." Kinda like - who cares? I wrote about a thousand words on the song in the log phase of my research and my teacher wrote on the page, 'Sounds like a cop-out to me!" True, true.

Just give them a feed man.

Currently Listening To: Two Minutes Westward by Paula Green (poem recording)

Her Smile Walking Home After The Elections

I like to write found poetry. That is, pick a random double page out of a novel and use the words to write a poem. It helps you to make random word connections, and you come up with stuff you might never come up with on your own.

Welcome

I am unsure as to why I called this The Red Fridge, but am sure the reason will reveal itself. "I write to find out what I am thinking."