Why do people always hate where they're from? I mean, where they grew up--town-wise, not house/home-wise. Unless the place is rimmed with hillbillies, neo-nazis, and...like...republicans, i dont see why anyone would hate certain places.
thats not to say someone cant have fond reveries for places they havent been or places that they left, just that... i dunno. I get pissed when people bitch about where they live and not do anything about it. Every once in a while i get a hair up my ass and cant stand Peoria, but that lasts around five minutes.
Then i look out the window and see all this shit i can do with the place, all the things i have yet to experience.
i'm not saying its the best place ever, that every place else can go to hell... just... i'm happy where i am, i think.
Atleast as happy as i can be in this hell-hole.
i've got a headache that's telling me Fuck this shit. i fucking hate Wednesdays. Hate em.
Wednesdays are the new Mondays. Take that, bitches.
In other news, i'm starting to drift from the point i'm supposed to be. This is optimum film time, right here, and i'm fucking missing it. For whatever reason.
i'm losing focus. I'm starting to look at other thingsmy attention is going to places it should go, i'm about to be distracted completely. I'm about to be derailed.
Damnit.
I need to wash my hair.
You'd better find a way, you'd better do it soon
It's like the middle of May and you've only got 'til June
"Follow the dream" doesn't mean leave the love
Roam if you must, but come home when you've seen enough
...
Got trees and vegetation in the city I stay
The rent's in the mail and I can always find a parking space
The women outnumber the men two to one
Got parks and zoos and things to do with my son
The nightlife ain't all that, but that's okay
I don't need to be distracted by the devil every day
And the jobs ain't really too hard to find
In fact, you could have mine if you knew how to rhyme
This is for everyone around the planet
That wishes they were from somewhere other than where they standin'
Don't take it for granted, instead take a look around
Quit complaining and build something on that ground
Plant something on that ground, dance and sleep on that ground
Get on your hands and knees and watch the ants walk around
That ground Make a family, make magic, make a mess
Take the stress, feel your motivation and build your nest
It sucks that you think where I'm from is wack
But as long as that's enough to keep your ass from coming back
And with a smile and a hint of sarcasm, he said
"I beg your pardon but this is my secret garden"
thats not to say someone cant have fond reveries for places they havent been or places that they left, just that... i dunno. I get pissed when people bitch about where they live and not do anything about it. Every once in a while i get a hair up my ass and cant stand Peoria, but that lasts around five minutes.
Then i look out the window and see all this shit i can do with the place, all the things i have yet to experience.
i'm not saying its the best place ever, that every place else can go to hell... just... i'm happy where i am, i think.
Atleast as happy as i can be in this hell-hole.
i've got a headache that's telling me Fuck this shit. i fucking hate Wednesdays. Hate em.
Wednesdays are the new Mondays. Take that, bitches.
In other news, i'm starting to drift from the point i'm supposed to be. This is optimum film time, right here, and i'm fucking missing it. For whatever reason.
i'm losing focus. I'm starting to look at other thingsmy attention is going to places it should go, i'm about to be distracted completely. I'm about to be derailed.
Damnit.
I need to wash my hair.
You'd better find a way, you'd better do it soon
It's like the middle of May and you've only got 'til June
"Follow the dream" doesn't mean leave the love
Roam if you must, but come home when you've seen enough
...
Got trees and vegetation in the city I stay
The rent's in the mail and I can always find a parking space
The women outnumber the men two to one
Got parks and zoos and things to do with my son
The nightlife ain't all that, but that's okay
I don't need to be distracted by the devil every day
And the jobs ain't really too hard to find
In fact, you could have mine if you knew how to rhyme
This is for everyone around the planet
That wishes they were from somewhere other than where they standin'
Don't take it for granted, instead take a look around
Quit complaining and build something on that ground
Plant something on that ground, dance and sleep on that ground
Get on your hands and knees and watch the ants walk around
That ground Make a family, make magic, make a mess
Take the stress, feel your motivation and build your nest
It sucks that you think where I'm from is wack
But as long as that's enough to keep your ass from coming back
And with a smile and a hint of sarcasm, he said
"I beg your pardon but this is my secret garden"
the place i'm from, where i grew up, Peoria is rimmed with hillbillies, neo-nazis, and republicans, but i still like it, but i didn't while i was "growing up", i mean you know, like when i was younger n'shit.
i've traveled a bit and i think no matter where i go, i'm usually very unhappy for about a year, then i get to find myself in my new environment, and feel good about it,...except, normal, i have continuously disliked this shite hole for like three years now.
that's a brilliant poem/song, what is it?