Disclaimer: I don't own Lizzie McGuire blah blah blah.and I don't own
Simple Plan or any of their songs! ^_^
Insomnia. The Crappy Collins School Dictionary defines it as "Inability or difficulty in falling asleep.
The Dictionary of David Gordon defines it as "A pain in the ass!"
Gordo had it again. Insomnia. He hated it. Sometimes when he had it, he could come up with amazing ideas for stories or scripts, but lately, he'd been thinking about life too much. He had mentioned it to his father but he simply said "It's just the fact that you're graduating soon. You're not thinking up concepts for films anymore because your sub-conscious is realising that it is a frivolous dream. Instead you think about past, present and future and compare and contrast. I'm so proud of you David!"
Then as usual, Gordo would walk away trying to decipher where exactly the advice or help in that piece of information was.
His dad was right though; he was thinking about the past, present and future. More so about the past. He kept running into Lizzie and Miranda lately and he was taking it as a sign. It was only a matter of time before they blew up at each other again. He tried thinking back to the last day they were friends. He couldn't remember all that had been said or done, except at the end of that day he had walked away from both of them shaking his head in disbelief and disappointment.
"God, do I need a smoke". He wouldn't dare though. His mother and father were just down the hallway, and the sweet smell of regular nicotine cigarettes or his other- therapeutic, cigarettes would lure his parents out of their sleep and him into a full scale yelling match.
Another reason Gordo hated insomnia was; when it was so dark, so still and quite most of his problems seemed to fade away. Any fights he'd had with people would be all but a distant memory and he would always, ALWAYS have the urge to phone Lizzie or Miranda. The only other times he would even consider calling those two was when he was stoned.
Of course then he would always, come to his senses and realise that they wouldn't be in anyway. Lizzie would be off drinking coffee or something like all the drama kids do and Miranda would be at some jocks party getting drunk just because everyone else was. But either of those sounded better than lying alone in the dark with no company but your memories which are all tied in knots.
The only way Gordo could get over his longing for his old friends was to think about his new ones. He did treat Larry etc like crap but they always stood by him. His last few months with Lizzie and Miranda was basically, if you want to put it in some metaphorical language, them sticking in the knife then giving the kiss of life. I.e. doing something that irritated Gordo but then making it better. It really screwed with your mind and he was sick of it.
Everyone in the world was having better time than Gordo. He knew he had friends in the Av club but he still felt that he didn't fit in with any one and it was some how his fault.
Gordo groaned. Another reason he hated insomnia was the fact that his brain went into overdrive and any emotion he was feeling was usually amplified by his unstable state of mind.
He lifted his pillow and held it over his face, hoping o suffocate himself. But the next thing he knew his little brother was bouncing on top of his yelling "Up, Dave!" Suffocate. Heh. No such luck.
Simple Plan - I'm Just a Kid
I woke up it was seven I waited 'till eleven Just to figure out that no one would call I think I've got a lot of friends but I don't hear from them What's another night all alone? When you're spending everyday on your own
And here it goes..
I'm just a kid and life is a nightmare I'm just a kid, I know that it's not fair Nobody cares Cuz I'm alone and the world is Having more fun than me... Tonight..
And maybe when the night is dead I'll crawl into my bed I'm Staring at these four walls again I'll try to think about the last time I had a good time Everyone's got somewhere to go And there gonna leave me here on my own
And here it goes
I'm just a kid and life is a nightmare I'm just a kid I know that it's not fair Nobody cares Cuz I'm alone and the world is having more fun than me
What thehell is wrong with me don't fit in with anybody How did this happen to me Wide awake I'm bored and I can't fall asleep And every night is the worst night ever
I'm just a kid I'm just a kid (I'm just a kid) I'm just a kid (I'm just a kid) I'm just a kid (I'm just a kid) I'm just a kid (echo)
I'm just a kid and life is a nightmare I'm just a kid, I know that it's not fair Nobody cares cuz I'm alone and the world is Nobody wants to be alone in the world
I'm just a kid and life is a nightmare I'm just a kid I know that its not fair Nobody cares cuz I'm alone in the world Nobody wants to be alone in the world Nobody cares cuz I'm alone and the world Is having more fun than me
Tonight... I'm all alone Tonight... Nobody cares Tonight... Cuz I'm just a kid Tonight.
A/N: not exactly humour filled but hey, he's a teenager. Bits'n'bobs were extracted from David Sneddon's "Stop Living the lie". It';s a nice little song and kinda reminds of Carter and Abby in ER (yeah I'm a carby!)
He sits alone at a table in a small café Drowning his tears in a bottomless cup of coffee And he's tumbling into his thoughts His memories are all tied in knots
Who is going to save him? Cause no one wants to know him
She stands alone in a place where no one knows her name She catches them staring They turn round and vanish the frame And she's nursing her head and her pride She died long ago deep down inside
And who is going to save her Cause no one wants to know her
Well I can't believe that you pull on a sleeve when you cry, You stick in the knife then give the kiss of life Living the lie And we all have a saviour, So do your self a favour, Stop living the lie, The lie x3
Insomnia. The Crappy Collins School Dictionary defines it as "Inability or difficulty in falling asleep.
The Dictionary of David Gordon defines it as "A pain in the ass!"
Gordo had it again. Insomnia. He hated it. Sometimes when he had it, he could come up with amazing ideas for stories or scripts, but lately, he'd been thinking about life too much. He had mentioned it to his father but he simply said "It's just the fact that you're graduating soon. You're not thinking up concepts for films anymore because your sub-conscious is realising that it is a frivolous dream. Instead you think about past, present and future and compare and contrast. I'm so proud of you David!"
Then as usual, Gordo would walk away trying to decipher where exactly the advice or help in that piece of information was.
His dad was right though; he was thinking about the past, present and future. More so about the past. He kept running into Lizzie and Miranda lately and he was taking it as a sign. It was only a matter of time before they blew up at each other again. He tried thinking back to the last day they were friends. He couldn't remember all that had been said or done, except at the end of that day he had walked away from both of them shaking his head in disbelief and disappointment.
"God, do I need a smoke". He wouldn't dare though. His mother and father were just down the hallway, and the sweet smell of regular nicotine cigarettes or his other- therapeutic, cigarettes would lure his parents out of their sleep and him into a full scale yelling match.
Another reason Gordo hated insomnia was; when it was so dark, so still and quite most of his problems seemed to fade away. Any fights he'd had with people would be all but a distant memory and he would always, ALWAYS have the urge to phone Lizzie or Miranda. The only other times he would even consider calling those two was when he was stoned.
Of course then he would always, come to his senses and realise that they wouldn't be in anyway. Lizzie would be off drinking coffee or something like all the drama kids do and Miranda would be at some jocks party getting drunk just because everyone else was. But either of those sounded better than lying alone in the dark with no company but your memories which are all tied in knots.
The only way Gordo could get over his longing for his old friends was to think about his new ones. He did treat Larry etc like crap but they always stood by him. His last few months with Lizzie and Miranda was basically, if you want to put it in some metaphorical language, them sticking in the knife then giving the kiss of life. I.e. doing something that irritated Gordo but then making it better. It really screwed with your mind and he was sick of it.
Everyone in the world was having better time than Gordo. He knew he had friends in the Av club but he still felt that he didn't fit in with any one and it was some how his fault.
Gordo groaned. Another reason he hated insomnia was the fact that his brain went into overdrive and any emotion he was feeling was usually amplified by his unstable state of mind.
He lifted his pillow and held it over his face, hoping o suffocate himself. But the next thing he knew his little brother was bouncing on top of his yelling "Up, Dave!" Suffocate. Heh. No such luck.
Simple Plan - I'm Just a Kid
I woke up it was seven I waited 'till eleven Just to figure out that no one would call I think I've got a lot of friends but I don't hear from them What's another night all alone? When you're spending everyday on your own
And here it goes..
I'm just a kid and life is a nightmare I'm just a kid, I know that it's not fair Nobody cares Cuz I'm alone and the world is Having more fun than me... Tonight..
And maybe when the night is dead I'll crawl into my bed I'm Staring at these four walls again I'll try to think about the last time I had a good time Everyone's got somewhere to go And there gonna leave me here on my own
And here it goes
I'm just a kid and life is a nightmare I'm just a kid I know that it's not fair Nobody cares Cuz I'm alone and the world is having more fun than me
What thehell is wrong with me don't fit in with anybody How did this happen to me Wide awake I'm bored and I can't fall asleep And every night is the worst night ever
I'm just a kid I'm just a kid (I'm just a kid) I'm just a kid (I'm just a kid) I'm just a kid (I'm just a kid) I'm just a kid (echo)
I'm just a kid and life is a nightmare I'm just a kid, I know that it's not fair Nobody cares cuz I'm alone and the world is Nobody wants to be alone in the world
I'm just a kid and life is a nightmare I'm just a kid I know that its not fair Nobody cares cuz I'm alone in the world Nobody wants to be alone in the world Nobody cares cuz I'm alone and the world Is having more fun than me
Tonight... I'm all alone Tonight... Nobody cares Tonight... Cuz I'm just a kid Tonight.
A/N: not exactly humour filled but hey, he's a teenager. Bits'n'bobs were extracted from David Sneddon's "Stop Living the lie". It';s a nice little song and kinda reminds of Carter and Abby in ER (yeah I'm a carby!)
He sits alone at a table in a small café Drowning his tears in a bottomless cup of coffee And he's tumbling into his thoughts His memories are all tied in knots
Who is going to save him? Cause no one wants to know him
She stands alone in a place where no one knows her name She catches them staring They turn round and vanish the frame And she's nursing her head and her pride She died long ago deep down inside
And who is going to save her Cause no one wants to know her
Well I can't believe that you pull on a sleeve when you cry, You stick in the knife then give the kiss of life Living the lie And we all have a saviour, So do your self a favour, Stop living the lie, The lie x3