I wish you'd make up my bed so I could make up my mind

So today has been pretty much uneventful. I've spent the better half of my day doing laundry. Okay, okay. So I've only been awake for about 4 hours. Though my day was uneventful, it was productive. I cleaned my room. I'm in the middle of doing all the laundry in the laundry room. And I called the school and found out that the grants I was supposed to be getting, aren't coming. Apparently in the last year my parents started making too much money. This bites. It means I have to take out another loan to get everything paid for. Ahhh. So much for probably getting a car. I know things will work out, it's just aggravating. Grr. At least I still have my job when I go back. That's such a blessing.

So for the past two days, I've been listening to this song by Ryan Adams over and over and over. It's called Come Pick Me Up. It's really good. I don't know why. It's actually pretty said. But in a mellow kinda way. I dunno. I like it. Maybe it's the harmonica. Hm... I looked at the lyrics, and I gotta admit, I don't really understand it. here, look.

"Come Pick Me Up"

When they call your name
Will you walk right up
With a smile on your face
Or will you cower in fear
In your favorite sweater
With an old love letter

I wish you would
I wish you would
Come pick me up
Take me out
F*** me up
Steal my records
Screw all my friends
They're all full of shit
With a smile on your face
And then do it again
I wish you would

When you're walking downtown
Do you wish I was there
Do you wish it was me
With the windows clear and the mannequins eyes
Do they all look like mine

You know you could
I wish you would
Come pick me up
Take me out
F*** me up
Steal my records
Screw all my friends behind my back
With a smile on your face
And then do it again
I wish you would

I wish you'd make up my bed
So I could make up my mind
Try it for sleeping instead
Maybe you'll rest sometime
I wish I could

Anyhoo. My sunburn is starting to peel. That sucks.