Weird.

Isn't it weird?
Isn't it strange?
Even though we're just two strangers on this runaway train
We're both trying to find a place in the sun
We've lived in the shadows, but doesn't everyone?
Isn't it strange, how we all feel a little bit weird sometimes?

Isn't it hard standing in the rain?
Yeah you're on the verge of going crazy and your heart's in pain
No one can hear but you're screaming so loud
You feel like you're all alone in a faceless crowd
Isn't it strange how we all get a little bit weird sometimes?

Sitting on the side
Waiting for a sign
Hoping that my luck will change
Reaching for a hand that'll understand
Someone who feels the same
When you live in a cookie-cutter world
Being different is a sin (If you're different you can't win)
So you don't stand out, and you don't fit in...
Weird.

Isn't it strange, how we all feel a little bit weird
Strange, how we all get a little bit
Strange, how we all feel a little bit weird
Sometimes.
Just a little bit weird sometimes.

Hanson - Weird.

Am no fan of bubblegum pop, but Hanson sometimes has the ability to sweep you off your feet.

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The weekend started off with a loud bang, literally. Woke up to the sounds of racing cars going "vrrrooom vrrrooom" on Friday morning at 11 or so. It was actually very, very annoying because Fridays were supposedly for me to sleep in (for your info, I live within eye-distance, for lack of a better word, of the Australian Grand Prix). In short, I can hear and see the action from where I live. Everyone's envious, saying I should go get tics or something to catch it LIVE. But nah, there's no company and no interest. It's sweltering hot out there too! ;p Oh by the way, the winner's name is Michael Schumacher I heard? ;p

Anyone who wants Grand Prix merchandise from Melbourne, drop me a comment.

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One-sentence smses in the middle of the night are not doing me any good.
Oddly enough though, it seems like a constant craving now.

Maybe a great magnet pulls
All souls towards truth
Or maybe it is life itself
That feeds wisdom to its youth.

K.D. Lang - Constant Craving.