Wednesday, June 8

So anyway, I was annoyed at Daryl for something.

Went over to his place after school, & I was prepared to throw a little missy fit. I let myself in, he was in his sister's room watching some VCD looking terribly forlorn. So obviously, I couldn't stay mad at him.

I was telling him why I was annoyed & why I stopped being mad. & he was listening to me with his eyes on me & I went like, 'There you go! That look again! Don't give me that puppy-dog look!' & he was like, 'Huh? My eyes are like that what!' & I realised he's right. He has these droopy sad eyes. Hahahaha!

& I came to the realisation that Truly Madly Deeply must have been everyone's theme song at some point of time.

But that's not my favourite Savage Garden song.

In Santa Monica, in the wintertime
The lazy streets so undemanding
I walk into the crowd
In Santa Monica, you get your coffee from
The coolest places on the promenade
Where people dress just so

Beauty so unavoidable,
Everywhere you turn it's there.
I sit and wonder what am I doing here?

But on the telephone line I am anyone,
I am anything I want to be.
I could be a super model or Norman Mailer
& you wouldn't know the difference
Or would you?

In Santa Monica, all the people got modern names
Like Jake or Mandy
& modern bodies too
In Santa Monica, on the boulevard,
You'll have to dodge those in-line skaters
Or they'll knock you down

I never felt so lonely
Never felt so out of place
I never wanted something more than this

But on the telephone line I am anyone,
I am anything I want to be
I could be a super model or Norman Mailer
& you wouldn't know the difference

On the telephone line
I am any height, I am any age
I want to be
I could be a caped crusader, or space invader
& you wouldn't know the difference
Or would you?
Or would you?
Savage Garden [Santa Monica]

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