This is a song written by The Broadways. It's awesome so I decided to share it with cyberspace.
another ugly fucking stare
friendly faces seem so few and far between
the older i get it seems i'm just a piece of shit
to those even older than me
why am i so fucking bad?
i've been to school ever since i was three
and i'm part of a happy family
well my agenda might not be the same as yours
more to do with peace of mind and less to do with greed
i don't live vicariously through my tv
if i had a wish i'd do away with capitalist society
i'd build a world where smiles and love are worth more than money
and if this world blew up i'd finally get a decent night's sleep
and every night i pray for sweet dreams and an h-bomb
but my bomb didn't fall today
looked at the sky and prayed for metal rain
yesterday i stared out at the water, lawn chair in the sand all day
and as the sun kissed the horizon and the day began to fade
and people got into their cars and drove the fuck away
and the sounds of modern industry drifted lazily into space
but the fish are still dead in the water
and the machine starts up again at 8
and when the by-products of progress are human lives instead of fish
it will be too late to realize our mistakes
our quest for progress has become so fucking absurd
thank god for juicers vcrs and quisinarts
meanwhile people are still fucking blind
meanwhile we're all dying of aids
o the neutron bomb is so fucking ingenious
kill a million people instantly but preserve their machines
erase a culture and a race
but their fax machines are safe
just another fucking reason why i hate this fucking place
the fish are fucking dead in the water
and the ugly stares persist
and i forgot how to smile
is it our culture, our species or just our sick state of mind
that makes us so proficient in hate?
yeah we blew up japan and they bought our real estate
and the indians never saw a dime
we look out for #1 so much that #2 is dehumanized
if you don't believe me then take a look out on the street
human fucking beings living in refridgerator boxes
begging assholes like you and me for money just to eat
the fish are all dead in the water and the feelings are dead on the shore
and the only dream i have is for an h-bomb to come
and blow us fucking up
so you don't have to hear me bitch anymore
I thought writing about myself would be easy. But it's not, at all. This blogging thing is strange to me. I used to make fun of people who had livejournals and/or myspace. I thought the whole point of it was contradicting. Now look, I'm doing it. Karma Police.
Anyone...ANYONE can read what I write and I don't get to experience the reaction of what I write. Especially when it comes to something personal, that's where it gets really werid. It's an adjustment and I am sure I will get used to it.
hmm about me. I am just a girl from New York. I live in the southeast corner of the state. So it takes me six hours to get to Seton Hill. This is a little out of the norm since the majority of the kids here live two hours or less away. This is a whole new world for me. I went so far away that people have different accents. It's interesting. But all I know is that I have to go through another four years of education.
High School was tough to deal with. Well the whole surveillance and security guards corruption part. However socially, it was awesome. Last day of High School my friends and I made "I Loved High School" t-shirts and for the whole six hour day we carried around a boom box blasting Ace of Base and things of that sort. We just circled the school inside and out dancing to it. Then when the principal made a speech for graduation he mentions students that wore "I Loved High School" t-shirts. It was the best. But the rest of high school is a different story. I'll save that for some other time.
Obviously I am Larissa Banker. Larissa means cheerful in Greek and Banker...yea it's a job. My birthday is April 13, 1986. I'm a freshman here at Seton Hill University. I play on their volleyball team. Volleyball is more recreational then serious to me. My main interest is my academics. My major is journalism. Not the journalism where you have to write articles for a newspaper. I'd rather be somewhat of a music journalist. Where I can interview musicians, evaluate a band, or an album for a magazine. That would be my dream job.