sadness so real that it populates the city

I downloaded some Feist a few months ago, after reading it on Leslie's page. I hadn't listened to any of it until a few days ago when I finally found some time to give it a listen. Now, I can't stop listening to The Park. I have it on repeat a lot during the day, and it makes me want to do juvenile high-school things, like write the lyrics in my notebook or learn to play it on the guitar and sing it during the senior assembly.

Mostly, this entry is just a distraction from my homework. It was either this, or start underlining the letters in Gone with the Wind as they spell out the Declaration of Independence.