No, I am not suicidal. Or homicidal. I'll explain the swallow, choke, and die thing in a minute.
Today I went to Logic class at 9 like I always do. I came back to my room and sat there until 10:55 rolled around, the time I usually go to Sociology.
I thought about what I had to look forward to. Horribly boring lecture, mindlessly copying notes, listening to my iPod to stay awake...and you know your class is boring when you have to use the iPod to stay awake...
So I said, "Yup. I'm skipping today." So I did. Little teeny victory. Yay. But I can't do that anymore...it would be sad if I went through this whole semester only to flunk in the last month...
Anyway, I realized my headphones for Poddy were missing around this time, and I knew exactly where they were. At the Shack, under a picnic table, on the ground. Unless a dog had mauled them. Or a ravenous squirrel. So I hurried down to the Shack after spending the hour I was supposed to be in class doing... something. Oh, yeah. Looking at iPod accessories. They sell the iTrip in the bookstore now. Who knew.
To my surprise, people were there. Jones was there, who I hadn't seen in coon days (and yes, we really do say that where I'm from), and Callis and Allie were practicing. Chris the friend of Callis was there as well. So I stayed and wasted time some more. I painted pictures with Jones. The very first thing I painted was a pink heart, and Jones started snickering. I think pink hearts are a very Liza thing to draw. And then the leaves were falling. In early spring, but it was still cool. Callis played a Dashboard song, and then Allie had to ask if he knew any more.
"Does he," said Jones.
"Don't get him started," I said.
So Callis played the guitar and Chris played the whatever you call that thing (I'm going to learn how to spell it so I can write it down), and they went through at least 4 Dashboard songs. I kept trying to leave, but then they played something else that was cool, and I kept sitting back down. Callis declared the most depressing one was "This Bitter Pill", and I had to agree. I looked up the title on the Internet. Did you know if you type in "dashboard confessional lyrics swallow choke and die" it will take you right to the correct song? It was so funny. Everyone chimed in on that one line, so Jones, Allie, and Callis are all like, "Swallow, choke, and DIE!!"
It's really not as morbid as it sounds. Really.
Finally I said, "I'm leaving this time. I am walking away."
And Callis starts strumming his guitar. "Walking away, it's not the same as running..." he sings. I start laughing, and Allie decides to join in. "...This medicine is just what you deserve. Swallow, choke, and DIE!!"
By this time, Jones, Allie, and Callis have pretty much penned me in, singing this horribly depressing song and grinning at me insanely. "This looks like a cult," I point out. Jones starts acting like a zombie, stretching out his arms. And still singing.
Yes, I am still alive. They finally let me leave.
"The bottle is waiting, the cap is twisted, begging to be used, and so are you..." So cheery.
Thursday, March 31, 2005
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i'm in logic. i hate it. i don't understand it one bit or see its purpose in my future. bah.
that's little drum thing - it's a djembe. and it's just what you deserve
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