You can think of me when you forget your seatbelt,and again when your head goes through the windshield.

I wrote a whole post up yesterday, but hit a wrong key, and deleted the whole thing, and I was sad and didn’t want to re-write it, but it's probably for the best, because it was real emo-esque. It’s the hair, I swear to god. Haha. Anyways, today I had the first day of two of my forklift training through school. Only I didn’t realize I still had class in the morning, so I missed class, and was on time for the training. I kind of didn’t want to go, because I realized that I could have taken these two days and worked and made some more pocket money for myself. But oh well, it seems like tomorrow should be good. But back to me missing the first part of the day, I slept through my alarm and stayed in bed till like ten, which I loved since I was so tired, but weird since I went to bed at like eleven last night. Usually I get my seven hours and struggle out of bed, but I was so much more tired. I think it’s because of a lack of vitamins. This is probably due to the fact that in the last 48 hours, I have eaten the following: a bowl of soup, a bagel, and a chicken sandwich. Of course some coffee and that, but still not a lot for the time span, but what makes it weirder is that I'm not even hungry. Hmmmm. Oh well. To the music.

Ok, if you haven’t heard this song, you are missing out terribly. So go do that, and listen to my favourite part, right around the 3:28 mark, where the drum kicks in right after "we slave for days (and weeks)." you should not regret it.

Brand New - The No Seatbelt Song

So, it's sad this doesn't suit you now.
And me fresh out of rope...
Please ignore this lisp, I never meant to sound like this.
So take me and break me and make me strong like you.
I'll be forever grateful to this and you.

It's only you, beautiful.
Or I don't want anyone.
If I can choose it's only you.

Fix me to a chain around your neck and wear me like a nickel.
Even new wine served in old skins cheapens the taste.
I shot the pilot, now I'm begging you to fly this for me.
I'm here for you to use, broken and bruised.

Do you understand?
It's only you, beautiful.
Or don't want anyone.
If I can choose, it's only you.

But how could I miscalculate...
Perfect eyes will have perfect aim.
If I can choose, it's only you.

“We're wrecking” and I'm dry like a drum...when you scream
So fine I'll leave... we're spent... we've got time and trials...
Measured in miles... we slave for days (and weeks).

It's only you, beautiful.
Or I don't want anyone.
If I can choose, it's only you.

But how could I miscalculate...
Perfect lies from a perfect dame.
If I can choose... it's only you.