"Going to California" by Led Zepplin

Spent my days with a woman unkind,
Smoked my stuff and drank all my wine.
Made up my mind to make a new start,
Going To California with an aching in my heart.

Someone told me there's a girl out there
With love in her eyes and flowers in her hair.
Took my chances on a big jet plane,
Never let them tell you that they're all the same.

The sea was red and the sky was grey,
Wondered how tomorrow could ever follow today.
The mountains and the canyons started to tremble and shake
As the children of the sun began to awake.

Seems that the wrath of the Gods
Got a punch on the nose and it started to flow;
I think I might be sinking.
Throw me a line if I reach it in time
I'll meet you up there where the path
Runs straight and high.

To find a queen without a king;
They say she plays guitar and cries and sings.
La la la la
Ride a white mare in the footsteps of dawn
Tryin' to find a woman who's never, never, never been born.
Standing on a hill in my mountain of dreams,
Telling myself it's not as hard, hard, hard as it seems.

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Huh. The oscar for trippiest lyrics about California should go to those guys.

Today would've been a great day to sleep in, but as you'll notice I'm not doing that. I woke up at 8 after going to bed at like 2:30 and couldn't go back to sleep.

Identity's a pretty cool freaky movie; I haven't screamed in a movie theater during a scary movie in like 10 years. (Dude, Where's My Car? was pretty scary, given, and I did scream out in terror, but I don't think it counts.)

It's funny how quickly your perception of someone can shift from one week to the next. And even funnier how there are certain people that you don't know all that well, and until you talk to them a lot more you totally idealize them. Don't worry about cryptic - none of you know what I'm really talking about here. Me writing something private to myself gets me off the hook from writing in the real journal this morning. I'm a huge slacker about that on the weekends.

That's it; I'm out. Please be nice to me and don't laugh at my uglee candy tonight. It's been four years since I've made any.