2001-11-19, 12:12 p.m.,

second entry today...i'm on a roll, npo actually what it was is that i forgot to complain about something.

know what i hate? I hate when you really really love something and then it gets ruined by someone who trys to make more out of it than there is. I love love love the song "Drops of Jupiter" by Train and i've had it in my head forever just randomly singing it all the time, so it comes on the radio during the drive last night and katelyn makes this big deal about the song and how she kept listening to it while i was gone and she almost emaile dme the lyrics, blah blah...now i cant even hear the damn thing without thinking of her and how its supposedly with big revelation about our relationship.....grrrrr.....

anyway, i looked up the lyrics and here they are..i'm still working on trying to maintain my love of this song regardless:

Now that she's back in the atmosphere

With drops of Jupiter in her hair

She acts like summer and walks like rain

Reminds me that there's time to change,

Since the return from her stay on the moon

She listens like spring and she talks like June

Tell me did you sail across the sun?

Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded,

And that heaven is overrated?

Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star?

One without a permanent scar.

And did you miss me while you were looking at yourself out there?

Now that she's back from that soul vacation

Tracing her way through the constellation.

She checks out Mozart while she does tae-bo

Reminds me that there's time to grow,

Now that she's back in the atmosphere

I'm afraid that she might think of me as plain ol' Jane,

Told a story about a man who is too afraid to fly so he never did land.

Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet?

Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day?

And head back to the Milky Way.

And tell me, did Venus blow your mind?

Was it everything you wanted to find?

And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there?

Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken

Your best friend always sticking up for you? even when I know you're wrong,

Can you imagine no first dance, freeze dried romance five-hour phone conversation

The best soy latte that you ever had . . . and me .

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