the good that won't come out: "...Umm, is that a fat guy on a bike?"

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"...Umm, is that a fat guy on a bike?"

So, uhm, it's most definitely time for an update. Yes, most definitely.

Haha-except that I really don't have too much to update on. So there we go! Well, I've been listening to a lot of Bob Dylan and Ben Lee lately...? Uhm, my job ends in a week (I'm not working this week from mon-fri), I'm in the process of planning uh, some espionage...stuff (if you don't know then you're not a spy. Obviously.) My plans for tomorrow? Enjoying a well-deserved day off hanging out with Donny, Nicole, Tony, and probably Emily...I kinda want to go to the beach b/c what was almost my entire summer was spent inside of the Coronado Starbucks...augh. G-ross.
I just now realized that I was supposed to call the boys about an rpg at Eric's house. I'm sorry, boys-Nicole and Donny were waiting for me AT my work because they knew exactly when I'd be off. I guess they just got there (not first b/c you were there earlier, but) at the right time. I also was supposed to call uh...my spy partner. Sorry, C-Bell. God DAMN, this entry is pointless. Haha. Well....uh......I'm trying to decide whether or not to watch Vertigo right now or go to sleep b/c Jer (I love you, Sweetie....hope you're sleeping well right now b/c it's oh, I'd say only about 4:30 in the F-ing morning where you are) is going to call at like, 6:30 in the morning...but while he's in class I can sleep...hmmmmmm...dunno. I guess I'll decide my plans when I'm done with this waste of time-HAH-sorry to everyone who's readin' this.

Okay-so this is the song I'm listening to right now-it's freaking awesome-this song is, well,...definitely picturesque of the true Bob Dylan lyricism. But then again, I've heard an account that he doesn't really know what the hell he's writing about sometimes and it just comes to him, so you never know. These don't pertain to my life or really, anyone I know. Which I'd say is good. Most definitely. And if you're familiar with the song, a thousand "You're a walking library of song lyrics" points to you. (HAHA just to make this entry even MORE interesting I'll put up some lyrics that I know you'll want to take the time to read through. )

Enjoy!

Like a Rolling Stone
by Bob Dylan

Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
People'd call, say, "Beware, Doll, you're bound to fall"
You used to laugh about
That everybody was hangin' out
Now you don't talk so proud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal

How does it feel?
How does it feel?
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He's now selling any alibis
And you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And ask him do you want to make a deal?

How does it feel?
How does it feel?
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

You never turned around to see the frowns
On the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get their kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal

How does it feel?
How does it feel?
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a rolling stone?

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things
But you'd better lift your diamond ring
You'd better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
When you got nothing you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal

How does it feel?
How does it feel?
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a rolling stone?

Uhm, so I basically realized that even though the song doesn't sound depressing, it sort of is. So, I'll end with a funny story. At work we try not to break 100s b/c we don't keep 20s in out registers-therefore, we supply change with 5s and 1s...occasionally 10s...point being, anything over a 20 is typically a pain in the ass. We need to get more change out, set the safe, etc., etc. So today I'm in the back for some reason or another, and just as background, there are two gay guys who work there. One is the 17 year-old George, not really a diva, but a lot of fun. The other is our second manager, Dylan, who reminds me of Kirk but with class and manners. Yes, try to imagine it...-don't strain yourself. Dylan is, almost always, composed and very responsible (I know it doesn't sound like our Kirkums, but you'll see why in a minute...). SO!
George comes in and puts his hands up, seeming frenzied and says to Dylan, "Dylan, I need change because this woman out there doesn't have ANYTHING else but a hundred!" And Dylan just looks at him very calmly and says, "Okay, break it-give her change and as many ones as you have in your drawer." I laughed so hard-haha you'd be surprised at how disgruntled Starbucks employees are...hah-then again, you would have no reason to be b/c you can probably see it all over almost all of their faces.

That's about here-g'night. Or g'mornin'. It's like, 1:30. Check it. One two.

posted by stephy_andthejets @ 4:23 AM

7 Comments:

At 3:47 PM, Collin said…

I hate you.

Call me.
At 6:24 PM, Anonymous said…

THREE FOUR

FiftySix Bagels signed off at 1:07:25 AM.

I love our conversations. Not as much as you, but our conversations are awesome. I love you, and I'm looking forward to breaking our 9.5 hour record. You others read that right. Nine and a half hours. And I'm goddamn proud, because I love my baby, and can talk to her forever and ever amen.

Yes, that was the word "goddamn" and part of the Lord's Prayer in the same sentence. I have know idea where I'm going, but at least I'm covering all the bases.

Please don't smite me...
At 2:36 AM, stephy_andthejets said…

Hahahaha word. So I put this up like, last night/this morning and 5 people have commented already. Damn-thanks you guys for actually readin this crap-that's all I have to say about that.

"Hey Jeremy-your girlfriend called me today..."

Yeah right, Jeremy No. 2. Or No. 2 in my book, anyways. (He called himself Jeremy No.1 last night. Heh-crazy bastard that he is)

I love you, Sweetie!

Uh....I'm going to try to pull an all-nighter tonight!!!
At 4:43 AM, stephy_andthejets said…

hahahaha oh and by te way, everyone, I was just reading the titles of my "previous posts" on the sidebar and realized that I've got some kick-ass blog titles. Yes. Just thought I'd throw that out there.

P.S., where the hell did unkymoods.com go?!?!
At 4:43 AM, stephy_andthejets said…

te=the*

btw.
At 10:54 PM, Collin said…

Unkymoods died :( We are now moodless, emotionless zombies.
At 7:03 PM, Imp said…

emotion is a privalidge... >:|