Good News For People Who Love Bad News...

Was that the name of Modest Mouse's album? I can't quite remember. I have it on the shelf somewhere, but I am much too tired to go look.

Well, it was a week! One of the highs from the week: I finally got my students' blog set up and they are really posting on it. I am so proud of them. They are helping each other while reading "Mythology" which really is a hard book. I remember struggling through that book in college, and these are children! Is that the only high from the week? Well, I did get to come home a couple of days straight from work: no other stops along the way. That's always good, but rare.

The lows of the week...wow. I have a few of those. One is a certain change in dynamic. A friendship pricked by ignorance, but not just the ignorance of others. I really think I set myself up for these things. I think I dig holes right in front of my feet and then look up surprised when I fall right in, as if I had some other expectation when I put one foot in front of the other. And man have I had years of practice!

My current aggravation is that I can't find a song I have a sudden hankering to listen to: Ani Difranco's "Napoleon" --because someone was talking about playing Risk, the game, and said they were quite the little Napoleon.

I haven't added song lyrics in a bit now, so I think I will.

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Song: "For the Girl"
Artist: The Fratellis

Well she said I know but I just can't tell
Everything you've just been saying
Lucy was there as well in the dark
The kids in the band were playing

No-one can hear a word or tell
What the girl was singing
See she must've been 16 or 18
I'm just past caring

She was into the Stones when
I was into the Roses
She was breaking my bones when
I was bursting their noses
She would tell me a secret
I would lose it the next day
Young love pleases you easy
Makes you sick in a bad way

And all the while the girls sang
La la la la and she sang
Kickings for my sweetheart
Bruises that I just don't miss

And she said "I can't love you anymore than this!"

La la la la la la la...............
La la la la la la la...............

Aw she said she said no no no no
Then again yes why don't you kill me
He asked him why you messed up right there
Sweetheart you know that don't thrill me
Said I would've been there for if you had been a little bit nicer
I was dead by Sunday half dead scared just trying to please her

She getting the pills when
I was into her best friend
She was chasing the thrills
And living down at the West End
she was pretty in braces
I lived under her window
She said take me to London
Tell me something I don't know

And all the while the girls sang
La la la la she sang
Kickings for my sweetheart
Bruises that I just don't miss

And she said "I can't love you anymore than this!"

La la la la la.....
La la la la la.....
La la la la la.....

She was into the Stones when
I was into the Roses
She was breaking my bones when
I was bursting their noses
She would tell me a secret
I would lose it the next day
Young love pleases you easy
Makes you sick in a bad way
And all the while the girls sang
La la la la she sang
Kickings for my sweetheart
Bruises that I just don't miss

And she said I don't like you
You can't stand me
I can't love you anymore than this