Blah, so my 24th birthday came and went without incident on the 22nd. I was at work that day, so it rather sucked.
Bridget Fonda said it best in Singles:
"I'm 23. Remember how old 23 seemed when you were little? I mean, I thought people were going to be traveling in air locks, and I would have five kids.
But here I am - 23. Things are basically the same. I think time is running out to do something bizarre. Somewhere around 25, 'bizarre' becomes 'immature.'"
That about sums it up.
I need a new job so badly; I really can't stand mine anymore. And the market for my field does not exist in Pittsburgh. Okay, I'm done complaining for now.
Today's lyrics are suitably melancholy. Beach Boys - "I Just Wasn't Made For These Times":
I keep looking for a place to fit
Where I can speak my mind
Ive been trying hard to find the people
That I wont leave behind
They say I got brains
But they aint doing me no good
I wish they could
Each time things start to happen again
I think I got something good goin for myself
But what goes wrong
Sometimes I feel very sad
Sometimes I feel very sad
(cant find nothin I can put my heart and soul into)
Sometimes I feel very sad
(cant find nothin I can put my heart and soul into)
I guess I just wasnt made for these times
Every time I get the inspiration
To go change things around
No one wants to help me look for places
Where new things might be found
Where can I turn when my fair weather friends cop out
Whats it all about
Each time things start to happen again
I think I got something good goin for myself
But what goes wrong
Sometimes I feel very sad
Sometimes I feel very sad
(cant find nothin I can put my heart and soul into)
Sometimes I feel very sad
(cant find nothin I can put my heart and soul into)
I guess I just wasnt made for these times
I guess I just wasnt made for these times
I guess I just wasnt made for these times
I guess I just wasnt made for these times
I guess I just wasnt made for these times
I guess I just wasnt made for these times
Actually, while I'm on this Beach Boys kick, these work nicely now, too. "When I Grow Up To Be A Man"
When I grow up to be a man
Will I dig the same things that turn me on as a kid?
Will I look back and say that I wish I hadn't done what I
did?
Will I joke around and still dig those sounds
When I grow up to be a man?
Will I look for the same things in a woman that I dig in a
girl?
(fourteen fifteen)
Will I settle down fast or will I first wanna travel the
world?
(sixteen seventeen)
Now I'm young and free, but how will it be
When I grow up to be a man?
Oooooo Ooooooo Oooooooo
Will my kids be proud or think their old man is really a
square?
(eighteen nineteen)
When they're out having fun yeah, will I still wanna have my
share?
(twenty twenty-one)
Will I love my wife for the rest of my life
When I grow up to be a man?
What will I be when I grow up to be a man?
(twenty-two twenty-three)
Won't last forever
(twenty-four twenty-five)
It's kind of sad
(twenty-six twenty-seven)
Won't last forever
(twenty-eight twenty-nine)
It's kind of sad
(thirty thirty-one)
Won't last forever
(thirty-two . . .)
Bridget Fonda said it best in Singles:
"I'm 23. Remember how old 23 seemed when you were little? I mean, I thought people were going to be traveling in air locks, and I would have five kids.
But here I am - 23. Things are basically the same. I think time is running out to do something bizarre. Somewhere around 25, 'bizarre' becomes 'immature.'"
That about sums it up.
I need a new job so badly; I really can't stand mine anymore. And the market for my field does not exist in Pittsburgh. Okay, I'm done complaining for now.
Today's lyrics are suitably melancholy. Beach Boys - "I Just Wasn't Made For These Times":
I keep looking for a place to fit
Where I can speak my mind
Ive been trying hard to find the people
That I wont leave behind
They say I got brains
But they aint doing me no good
I wish they could
Each time things start to happen again
I think I got something good goin for myself
But what goes wrong
Sometimes I feel very sad
Sometimes I feel very sad
(cant find nothin I can put my heart and soul into)
Sometimes I feel very sad
(cant find nothin I can put my heart and soul into)
I guess I just wasnt made for these times
Every time I get the inspiration
To go change things around
No one wants to help me look for places
Where new things might be found
Where can I turn when my fair weather friends cop out
Whats it all about
Each time things start to happen again
I think I got something good goin for myself
But what goes wrong
Sometimes I feel very sad
Sometimes I feel very sad
(cant find nothin I can put my heart and soul into)
Sometimes I feel very sad
(cant find nothin I can put my heart and soul into)
I guess I just wasnt made for these times
I guess I just wasnt made for these times
I guess I just wasnt made for these times
I guess I just wasnt made for these times
I guess I just wasnt made for these times
I guess I just wasnt made for these times
Actually, while I'm on this Beach Boys kick, these work nicely now, too. "When I Grow Up To Be A Man"
When I grow up to be a man
Will I dig the same things that turn me on as a kid?
Will I look back and say that I wish I hadn't done what I
did?
Will I joke around and still dig those sounds
When I grow up to be a man?
Will I look for the same things in a woman that I dig in a
girl?
(fourteen fifteen)
Will I settle down fast or will I first wanna travel the
world?
(sixteen seventeen)
Now I'm young and free, but how will it be
When I grow up to be a man?
Oooooo Ooooooo Oooooooo
Will my kids be proud or think their old man is really a
square?
(eighteen nineteen)
When they're out having fun yeah, will I still wanna have my
share?
(twenty twenty-one)
Will I love my wife for the rest of my life
When I grow up to be a man?
What will I be when I grow up to be a man?
(twenty-two twenty-three)
Won't last forever
(twenty-four twenty-five)
It's kind of sad
(twenty-six twenty-seven)
Won't last forever
(twenty-eight twenty-nine)
It's kind of sad
(thirty thirty-one)
Won't last forever
(thirty-two . . .)