Davio's Den.

Had a good New Years?

Mine was alright. Spent it in Tokyo, the "Roppongi" section of town. Where all the foreigners were. A lot of Americans there. I did my best to have a good time. I acted like I had no shame and made sure to dance with as many girls as I could. It was good fun. I got pretty drunk and we slept at a Capsule Hotel for one of the nights.

Anyway I don't remember much about the whole thing. We did some standard sight-seeing in Tokyo but nothing notable happened.

I've been playing World of Warcraft way too much lately. But its alright because I have no girlfriend to take care of. I'm going to cancel Final Fantasy XI. As much as I love the FF universe, and everything about it, I can't play two MMORPGs at once. After more than a year of playing FFXI, its a pretty tough decision to put it down, but its a necessity.

So that's what I've done. I go back to work on Wednesday, but I don't mind. I will see Aoi again soon because the days fly by so quickly when grinding in and out of the workweek. I've done a lot of shopping and now have the proper (most of the proper) equipment for cooking and being completely self sufficient at home. I hope to cook for myself for the rest of my time here in order to save money and learn some important skills when living on your own. Next on the shopping list is an egg timer, holder, butter knife, and ... I was just thinking about it but I forgot. I guess I need some ice-cream. Heh.

So it's pretty exciting again; living on my own is (ah it's come back to me - tupperware) a new and exciting challenge again. I think Aoi will be spending a lot more time with me now that she's out of school and only working her part time jobs. She'll be done school at the end of this month. I have a nice four day weekend coming up in February, and am on the home stretch now. 6 more months and I'm finished. Though I'm secretly thinking of renewing and continuing this retarded job because its so convinient and I haven't made any (real) efforts to find a new position... We'll see what happens.

Ja~ne.

Another good weekend. I gotta record it before I forget. Hm, I've already almost forgotten Saturday night. But if I think hard, it comes back. I finished work and met Aoi outside the building. She drove me back to my place. She was so beautiful. Wearing a red "one-piece" dress. Totally gorgeous. At home she had some food on the stove.

She prepared some great salmon for me, in two different ways. One was fried in sauce and the other was in soup with potato and daicon. Tasted wonderful. We watched anime and fell asleep together. She went home at about 3, even though she had to work that morning at 5. So she only slept 3 hours that night. She really is amazing. Like, eye-widening-amazing. Heh.

The next day she worked from 5am till about 10 or 11 and met up with me at around 3pm. (Until 3 I was putting on a Christmas party for all our students under 13 at our school. What a mess that was. In the sense that kids make a lot of mess.) We went to Osaka to see the Marcel Duchamp exhibit, but didn't make it in time. So I went to Yodobashi Camera to buy a PSP but there weren't any. All sold out all over Japan. Later we went out for dinner. We had indian. It was delicious. Though I sprung for the level 5 curry; and I didn't taste much except for burning. It was still really really good.

I can't remember what we did after dinner.

I remember it felt like it was really late, but actually it was really early. So we ate at about 6pm and it felt like it was 11pm.

Ok, I remember it all now. We met up with Maiko at Starbucks. I ran into my Japanese co-worker and manager there. Was a slightly unpleasant experience. But whatever. We met Maiko at the train station and went back to Moriyama where Maiko ate food and we waited around for her boyfriend. But he didn't call back. (We last heard from him at about 6pm). So we decided to get really drunk and sleep at my place. The three of us went back to Ogoto and crashed into Kiraku 30 mins before closing. We got food and drinks and got as drunk as we could in the hour and a half or so we had at the place.

We got home and Aoi just collapsed. Maiko and I had to change her and get her on the toilet so she could relieve herself. I think she might have puked. She won't remember though. After we got Aoi in bed we took showers and passed out ourselves. The next day (Monday) was just spent recovering all day. Playing video games, talking, doing housework, sleeping, (having sex). All that good stuff.

We were inside all day, missed the sun completely, and when hunger had finally pulled us out of my apartment the sun had dissapeared completely. We finally met up with Maiko's boyfriend in Yamashina and we were all starving. So we went to Momojiro and ate like pigs. I drank a bit too; but their drinks have little/no alchohol in them so it didn't do anything for me. Was good food though. We hung out at Starbuck's for a bit after and then went our separate ways. So it was an eventful weekend. Lots of fun and great experiences.

My first day back to work (after the weekend) was pretty hellish though. I knew I had a lot of prep to do because I was giving Special Lessons (seasonal - Christmas) and so I had to work hard and quickly. I came into school and made a few crafts for the classes I had that day. I started an hour early (so at 12 rather than 1) and prepped until 3 (my first class). After my first class started it was back to back classes for the rest of the day. Crazily busy, I didn't have enough time to leave my classroom for the rest of the day (3 till 10). Seven classes in a row, by the end of it I was tired and completely out of the teaching 'mood'.

I had only eaten a half-size bento-box at about 1, so I was pretty damn hungry. But I also wanted to get home as fast as I could. So I just bought 2 riceballs and a Calpis and rollerbladed my ass home as fast as I could. I arrived home and found my heater on. I had left it running all day. What an idiot I am. Trying to save money and just wasting it on electricity. Ah well.

Aoi is staying over on Wednesday night; so that'll be sweet. A great way to break up the week. I love it when I see her during the week - its like a piece of the weekend in the middle of the week and I feel so refreshed the next day. (She always makes me a good breakfast and a nice dinner the night before). Its like having a mini-holiday in the middle of the week. I love her so much for the energy she breathes into my life. If it wasn't for her it'd just be 1 to 10 everyday, clocking in, clocking out - living for the weekends; just waiting for Saturday to finally be over with.

But with her; I'm not living for the weekends - I'm living for her. Its wonderful to have someone like that in your life to give you inspiration. Its like she gives everything a purpose. Girls (and human relationships in general) are so great - they make everything worth it. Thats probably why I make such a crappy computer geek. *sigh*.

Aoi is a great girl, but this Sunday she's leaving for 3 weeks. It'll be a quick 3 weeks though, because one of them will be holiday... I get a week off for Christmas. Though I still have to work the 24th and 25th. Which is pretty retarded; because I get the 23rd off. Ah well, don't matter, I don't have anyone here anyways, everyone'll be gone on their respective holidays and I'll just have my video games. Haha. So no big deal; I don't mind my job anymore - now that I've got something to live for.

At the end of this month, I'll be 1/2 way done my contract. 2 more months and they'll ask me to renew. I better start looking for a different job if I don't want to have to accept. >_<

We'll see where things go.

Thats enough for today.

Talk to you later.

I'm picked on at the company I work for more than anyone I know of. I'm trying to figure out on my own *why* this is. They've come out from head office to talk to me 3 times now, two more already than your average employee. They've written me notes on public faxes for everyone to see. I have a break-neck schedule compared to your average employee. I accomplish all tasks given to me (almost anyways) in the best way I can. I think I do a pretty good job.

The thing is, I'm completely honest about everything. (Since I know how saying that will cause severe disbelief, I'll qualify by saing "try to be"). I give the straight-up 100% honest truth everytime I'm questioned about something in my job. I could easily get away by just giving some bullshit response that I *know* they can't check up on and verify the truth of; but I don't. I don't want to play the stupid office politics games. I will *not* tell them what they want to hear. I will *not* give them the pleasure of warping my moral backbone. Fuckers.

They can push and push - hit and smash - but nothing will hold me down. They can load me up with as much work as they want. They can try their hardest to crush me. But I will not go down. I will not fall under their unending pressure. Those fuckers think they have me in their forcepts. They think they can hold me down and bend me into their image of one of their stock employees. They think they can turn me into another number. Its been almost six months assholes, and you haven't accomplished it. I know because you keep pestering me. You keep noticing me. You keep picking me out of the crowd. You keep giving me a face rather than a number. You fuckers, what the fuck do you want with me. You fucking assholes I'll destroy you.

Throw what you want at me and I won't bow to you. I will stand up straight and look you in the eye, and give you the finger. Motherfuckers think they can turn you into another white collared stooped, faceless yes-man. I will not succumb!! GO FUCK YOURSELVES.

Another weekend. Another new song. I'm listening to "Aqueous Transmission" by Incubus. I mean its not really new. It was the last song they played at their concert; where they convinced me that they were a great band. Good job Incubus.

When working fulltime, you soon realize that you live for the weekends. Each weekend comes and goes, and feels longer than the five days you just worked. When going to work the days just rush by as you wait for Saturday (or Friday, whichever is your last day) to arrive. Mindlessly going about your task, arriving home, sleeping. Sleep, work, sleep, work, sleep work, sleep, work, sleep, work, sleep, WEEKEND. Thats pretty much how it goes. The time really flies by fast now. I can see how people spend 10+ years in one office job. The time just seems to get sucked into a hole and you never see it again.

I hope I cna break out of this retarded anti-life rythym one day. I don't want to live my life for the weekends (i.e. for my job). I don't know how I'm going to do it, but theres gotta be a way out.

I just finished listening to this song a third time and it ends with frogs. I never realised that before. Thats really great. I love the sound of frogs, crickets and other small animals you can't see.

Anyways, this weekend. Saturday night, Aoi was over, we had goodtimes. Watched some Naruto I think. Sunday we went looking for my bicycle which has been impounded. I've finally found the impound lot, now I wanna go there and get my bike. I dunno when I can though; or how I'm going to get it home. Sunday night Aoi went home early and I forget where we ate. Oh yeah, Saturday night she cooked me some food in my kitchen and we ate it on my new dining room table. Sunday we went shopping for more household things. Primarily candles. Now I have like, 8 candles to place around my room. Monday I met up with my friend Victoria and we walked into Katata. Well half-way in, we caught the bus at the half way point. We had lunch at this half-good "Italian" restaurant, and went back home to do finish some errands. I lent her a bunch of CDs and burned some pictures onto a CD for her. Aoi was sleeping in my place when I got over so that was nice. Aoi's friend came by, and we took Victoria to Zeze station on our way to Parco to see a movie. Its been *ages* since I've seen a movie with a girlfriend, or even seen a movie. I could count the last few movies I saw in a theatre on one hand. (Hmmm, "The Day After Tomorrow" [puke], "Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers", "The Matrix: [whatever #2 was called]") The movie we all went to together was "The Incredibles". A Pixar movie with animated characters. I guess it was alright. *Shrug*. Movies don't usually excite me very much. After the movie we went out for sushi and I ate a lot. Now its Tuesday morning, and I have to be at work in one hour and five minutes. So I'm going to change, put my clothes in my backpack, and rollerblade into work. And thats it for my week; it'll probably be the same everyday until Saturday.

I feel the need to report this (though its condemned as "haircut blogging"), because if I don't - I won't remember. And not remembering scares me. Fuck I love nostalgia and thinking back and reveling in the things I've done - but I can barely ever *REMEMBER* them. It takes such a concentrated effort and some trigger to start that memory. I want them to be all layed out behind me; like a photo album of sorts. We'll see how long this lasts. For now, I'm afraid of forgetting my past.

And if you've ever read Orwell's "1984", you'll have heard that the past only exists in our minds and our memories. Erase everyone's memory of one event, and that event never happened. So I must record the past in order to preserve it. I guess. Hahahaha, I'm a bit cracked aren't I?

But most of us out here are. Its insane how collectively wierd everyone who works for GEOS is. *Shudder*.

Well it's been more than, what a year? Since I last posted on this blog. But all things move in circles. Always repeating, revolving. So much has happened in the past two years; yet when I think back I can't remember any of it. Reading over what I've written in the past, I'm amazed at myself and what I've done. I never expected that of myself, and don't know if I could do it if forced to go through it all again. Life is crazy.

Two years - its a long time. But if I do the simple math - I was twenty. *Twenty*. I had a hard time imagining what it "would be like" to be twenty... pretty much all my life. And now its behind me - way behind me. So far behind me. And I'm coming on twenty-three like a bullet.

What is happening to me? I feel like I need to record my thoughts in order to remember them; because everything feels so.... unreal. Like it never happened. *Poof* - and you exist. I've always lived for the moment; never thought about the future; never thought about the past. Living this way is great; but I feel like I don't have a life. I don't have anything to think back on, and nothing to look forward to.

It's like this: I've never thought of my life beyond, well, say.... twenty. Now two years after that mark, I feel like it's all over. Because I've never given a thought to what came after twenty. I know I have lots of life left, but I can almost picture myself at 40, or even 70, telling myself the same thing: What happened? Where did all the time go? Why am I here? What brought me here? And I won't be able to answer those questions.

Goddamn; I'm twenty-fucking-two. I'm not a teenager anymore. I've always been a teenager. I don't know if I can be anything else. Goddamn time. It moves too fast.

But like Aoi said tonight - that means I'm having fun. Enjoying life. So; I guess it can't all be bad.

random thought inspired by all the deep-south americans I've been talking to lately:

just as a person with an English accent will always sound smart, and know what (s)he is talking about,
a person with a southern drawl will always sound stupid, and not know what they're talking about.

Got Final Fantasy XI today. Great procrastinating material. Will play it with Mike.

confession # 212842516:

Once i said that the BeeGees were not the best band ever, when clearly they are

In researching for my paper, I came across this line:

Among American negroes mother-fucker can be a sign of familiarity or even friendliness. Thus, a normal greeting between two black Americans can be: "Hi, you old muther-fucker, where you been?" Instances between black male youths typically "involve sexual insults directed at the victim or hearer's mother, using a concentrate of vigorous metaphor and savagely chauvinistic humour." (Hughes, p.201) The idea is that the speaker uses as many "bad" words and images as possible to give a tougher impression of himself.

Hmm. I found an old blog I started last year when I was stressed out. Its kinda cool. The archives dont work, so you can't read the whole thing. I happen to have found the whole thing, but here is the url anyways: http://d-k.blogspot.com ... :) you dont have to go there, but here is what i wrote there in the span of a couple weeks:

[ Fri Mar 28, 04:22:57 PM | d k | edit ]
Well I've opened this page to vent.. No one knows about it, and probably no one will find it. We'll see what comes of it. This is my space to discharge to the anonymous public of the internet.

[ Fri Mar 28, 11:24:33 PM | d k | edit ]
Off to work I go. I start in 40 minutes, so I should start preparing. Tonight is going to be a LONG night. My 10 page essay due Monday is going no where and so ... I suck. I will take my readings to work and see if I can't get a few pages written. I'm going to be tired though, my body/mind is telling me to sleep. *sigh*... not for another 8 hours and 40 minutes.

[ Sat Mar 29, 04:32:25 PM | d k | edit ]
8 hours of nightshift and about 30 pages read. I fell asleep several times on my shift - even while on the phone with my girlfriend. Anyways I need to get this essay done mostly today - I mean its due Monday morning, and if I want to look it over objectively I have to finish it today before my shift. If I finish it today before 12, I will be able to concentrate on my English essay this shift. If not, my mind will be all over the place. I have to go to my gF's house at like 7 - so I must get as much work as possible done by then!!! We will see how things go - I'm excited about seeing my gF... I dunno how excited she is about seeing me - we'll just have to wait and see won't we.

[ Sat Mar 29, 04:34:09 PM | d k | edit ]
Wow, I just noticed that its been exactly 24 hours since I opened this page up... It looks great! : )

[ Sun Mar 30, 08:27:18 AM | d k | edit ]
Comments never work. Damn haloscan, damn haloscan to hell!!! [must do essay]... edwin is coming to be tutored. essay put off again...

[ Sun Mar 30, 03:46:05 PM | d k | edit ]
oK I just woke up. I was supposed to wake up at 1pm so that I'd have plenty of time to work on my essay. Instead it is now 4pm. sTarting my work now... (lets see how long this takes)...

[ Mon Mar 31, 02:45:06 AM | d k | edit ]
Hmmmm... the count begins. Since I have opened this blog, once. :) Yay for me!! :) And I finished my essay, I just have to make a title page and a bibliography. And maybe find some more quotes... I really need some more quotes... :) later!

[ Tue Apr 01, 06:35:09 PM | d k | edit ]
Gonna start selling stuff on ebay soon - I have high hopes for the prices of these items - I really need the money. I got $150 from a guy whose paper I "edited" ... the jackass is going to fail the final for sure, he can hardly string together a sentence, let alone a paper. Poor guy though, his aptitude probably leans towards science and math, and he's probably being forced to take this course just for breadth .. so I don't mind "helping" him out... Hopefully one day he'll be a great scientist. Anyways, I have a paper due on Friday and another on Monday, then two exams on Tuesday... Going to be a rigorous weekend. We'll see what happens. Oh, and I baught a *genuine* version of Tactics Ogre "Knights of Lodis" for the GBA... for like 30 bucks... Back to my paper and dinner.

[ Wed Apr 02, 04:55:42 PM | d k | edit ]
Woah... I got a comment. How crazy. Now inspired to write!! : ) I'm also inspired to do my essay which is due this friday.... damn damn damn! how am I going to finish on time? I have the rest of the day today, and all day thursday - think I can spit out a 10 page english paper? I'd better. If I can do this, I KNOW I'm fit for an English degree. If I can't ... well maybe I'm not as english-y as I thought I was. I went and saw the student advisor today - I need one 200 level English course, and one 300 level english course and then I'm done my english major. then all I need are 6 more courses, 4 of them 300/400 level course, and 2 of them 100/200/300/400 level courses... If I want a history minor I need three 300 level courses and 1 400 level course. So that would make a total of 4 upper division histories, + 2 lower division or upper division anything. we'll see if I go for the history or the communications.. or anything else for that matter. WHELP back to the freakin essay - i hope i finish it. I .. really ... really hope i finish it...

[ Wed Apr 02, 09:49:24 PM | d k | edit ]
Its pouring rain outside; I know. I just walked up to Seven Eleven to buy junk for my long night tonight. I will be writing most of my 10 page essay tonight, I hope. So, in anticipation of the overwhelming amount of calories I plan to ingest tonight, I walked to Seven Eleven. Luckily for me, I dressed properly, wearing an undershirt, a long sleeved shirt, a brown hoodie, and my orange water jacket. So I stayed relatively dry and warm w/ my green cap on. What I got? "looove is... what I got... remember that.." anyways, songs aside, what I got:
ONE: Large bag Rave Potatoe Chips; variety: Buffalo Wings

TWO: Coffee Crisp bars; variety: original

ONE: Chocolate Mini Eggs; variety: Cadbury

End Result: One Long Night of binging and hopefully writing. We'll see what happens...

[ Thu Apr 03, 01:28:28 AM | d k | edit ]
Update: Just fnished reading all my background information. I will now begin to write with what I have observed about the story "Carmilla".. I have no definite thesis in mind, but I hope things turn out in the end. We shall see. It is now 1:25am, writing .......... now. ;)

[ Thu Apr 03, 02:40:13 AM | d k | edit ]
Ok, so half an hour later and what have I got done? Well about a page double spaced, I'd venture to guess. I was interrupted several times by my girlfriend, which is alright - I'll take my girlfriend over my homework any night. But tonight is giving me troubles.
I have an over active imagination and the book I just read was a horror story. It is very good; and I am slowly getting extremely tired, I keep feeling sensations that scare me. I feel as if there is someone directly behind me ... watching. I've turned and looked several times, but this requires me to turn my chair all the way around and takes some effort. There is no one there.

I always have the sensation, and fear of someone or something responding to me as I type. So when I pause in my typing, I always have the fear of something trying to communicate with me through the computer by typing what they want to say on my screen - somehow. You know, Matrix-like. But in Matrix, it was expected; here, tonight, now it is not.

So I keep typing, without pausing, hoping that nothing will get the chance to pop up on my screen, and as I type, my chest tightens, anticipating the blood curling scream of someone right behind me as they reach around my chair and sink their claws into my flesh.

[Pause] I sit in silence... waiting for the soft step of Carmilla outside my bedroom door.

[ Thu Apr 03, 11:01:42 AM | d k | edit ]
Ok; so I went to bed at 4am - and now I'm up at 11am. That is a good seven hours, plenty of sleep. I finished one page of my essay last night, I have four more to finish today. Lets get to it!!

[ Thu Apr 03, 01:39:02 PM | d k | edit ]
Well, its been about 12 hours since I started the paper, and I am about 1800 words in. That is, I am starting page 8 of my 10 pages. Things are going quite well and I should be done while the sun is still shining. Beautiful day; really is. :)

[ Fri Apr 04, 12:55:54 AM | d k | edit ]
Remember in the 80s/early 90s when people would say things like; "get my drift", and "don't have a hernia"....? yah. those were weird times. wtf is a hernia anyways?

[ Fri Apr 04, 02:07:16 PM | d k | edit ]
Ok; I finished my paper and just handed it in. I should feel free, but alas, I have another paper due. My last paper was 10 pages long (one line onto page 11), and it was 3000 words, (a bit more)...I have now a 2750 word paper to do.. I suspect this is about 9 pages. goddamnit!!!!

[ Mon Apr 07, 01:40:08 AM | d k | edit ]
I'd say the count is at about 3 now...

[ Mon Apr 07, 01:40:55 AM | d k | edit ]
My final exam is due today. Sometime before 4pm I suspect. *sigh* I've finished about half of it. I want to get at least 3/4 done before I go to bed. So lets hope for the best.

[ Thu Apr 10, 01:56:46 AM | d k | edit ]
Had my birthday today... :) It was cool. Had some friends over and got some cool stuff. :) So I'm happy...
Finished all my exams, and that makes me happy. I have an interview with EA (Electronic Arts) on Friday morning at 09:00... Then another interview with Vancouver General Hospital at 13:00... I hope I get the EA job.. Actually I hope I get both of them so I can choose - I think the VGH job pays WAY more. Oh, and Sport Check Metropolis hired me - .... but its retail sales - on the floor.. and at minimum wage - VGH says they'll pay me a minimum of $15/hr. so yah. no question there. anyways, lucky!!

[ Thu May 01, 12:56:36 AM | d k | edit ]
writing again. i didnt get the EA job. they called me yesterday. why not? well probably because i cant put in 6 days a week because of my other job.. at arpel security. *sigh* well fuck them. fucking hell, they dragged me in for 3 fucking interviews, which took a total of 4 hours of my time, got me up in the fucking morning, stopped me from signing up for summer courses and stopped me from taking a different job in metrotown. mind you that job would have sucked, but money is still money. i mean fuck, all that and then "no." well u know what EA? fuck you!! i'd say i wont play your games anymore, but that'd be a lie. what i can say is that i will play your games, but not out of the loyalty of someone who has baught your games since 1993 for the SNES.. i'll just play them because theres nothing on the market as good. maybe i'll give Microsoft's NHL a try... goddamnit. heartless coorporations constantly find ways to piss me off.

[ Mon May 05, 03:55:05 PM | d k | edit ]
quoting an animation fest i recently saw: MY SPOON IS TOO BIG. ....................... I AM A BANANA.
anyways. listening to system of a down gets me pumped up for anything... i love that band. they are the best. i wish i was serj.

HARR!!

hah! look at this. its pretty apt.

i'd say its a good psychological profile of me.

edwin sent me some funny links:

Vash the stampede says:
http://media.ebaumsworld.com/techtv.wmv
Vash the stampede says:
http://media.ebaumsworld.com/matrixpong.wmv
Vash the stampede says:
http://media.ebaumsworld.com/shock.mpg

yeah i'm retarded. who knew? whatever. i stole some chips from john tonight. think he'll notice? if so; what do you think he'll do about it? he doesnt know who did it if he did notice. [he has a note that says 'this shelf is for me. do not touch the food and/or cutlery. get your own.] its pretty much just because of this stupid note that i ate his stupid chips. i mean; they were regular..... eeeewwwwww.

i'm retarded.

i'm sad.

i'm mad.

Am I retarded? wtf? do i trust people too easily? why is everyone telling me different things? why is social life so fucked up? why are we humans so fucked up?

wierd. everyone is sending me conflicting messages. don't do this, don't believe that, this is true, you're an idiot, can't you see whats going on in front of your nose? yah. this is stupid. retarded. just ignore this idiodic post.

When I was born, they looked at me and said
what a good boy, what a smart boy, what a strong boy.
And when you were born, they looked at you and said,
what a good girl, what a what a smart girl, what a pretty girl.

We've got these chains that hang around our necks,
people want to strangle us with them before we take our first breath.
Afraid of change, afraid of staying the same,
when temptation calls, we just look away.

[Chorus]
This name is the hairshirt I wear,
and this hairshirt is woven from your brown hair.
This song is the cross that I bear,
bear it with me, bear with me, bear with me,
be with me tonight,
I know that it isn't right, but be with me tonight.

I go to school, I write exams,
if I pass, if I fail, if I drop out,
does anyone give a damn?
And if they do, they'll soon forget 'cause it won't take much for me
to show my life ain't over yet.
I wake up scared, I wake up strange.
I wake up wondering if anything in my life is ever going to change.
I wake up scared, I wake up strange
and everything around me stays the same.

[Chorus]

I couldn't tell you that I was wrong,
chickened out, grabbed a pen and paper, sat down and I wrote this song.
I couldn't tell you that you were right,
so instead I looked in the mirror,
watched TV, laid away all night.

We've got these chains, hang 'round our necks,
people want to strangle us with them before we take our first breath.
Afraid of change, afraid of staying the same when temptation calls ...

[Chorus]

When I was born, they looked at me and said;
What a good boy, what a smart boy, what a strong boy.
And when you were born, they looked at you and said;
what a good girl, what a smart girl, what a pretty girl, hey