Okay...my brain is reeling today. I've been doing nonstop stuff that requires nothing but brainwork. First, I started analyzing lyrics. Sure, sounds easy. Especially nowadays, when all lyrics are in many situation is a bunch of words put together just to sound good. Or rather, it's a bunch of cliche that's really easy to understand. Not the case with the song I was analyzing. Well, I didn't just sit there and analyze it, either. I identified the poetic devices, and then explained the metaphors. AhhhH! Do you have any idea how many metaphors are in this song? It's another song by Third Eye Blind...Wounded. I love Third Eye Blind songs...they are so original, and deep...complex. There is so much to absorb in just a few words. Here's the song I was dissecting...

Wounded by Third Eye Blind
Written by: Stephan Jenkins and Kevin Cadogan

The guy who put his hands on you
Has got nothing to do with me
And the bruises that you feel will head
And I hope you'll come around
'Cause we're missing you

You used to speak so easy
Now you're afraid to talk to me
It's like walking with the wounded
Carrying that weight way too far
Concrete pulled you down so hard
Out there with the wounded
We're missing you

And I never claimed to understand what happens after dark
But my fingers catch the sparks at the thought of
Touching you
When you're wounded

Let me break it down 'til I force the issue
We miss your face, You know I wish you
Would come back down to the Dalva Bar
You tell 'em "That's just my battle scar"

I wanna kiss you
And knock 'em down like we used to
You're the marigold
'Til you're walking down shaking that ass again
And then you walk on, baby walk on, you walk on

On and on
You're an angel in the pit with her hands in the air and we're missing you

Now it's fall and your shoulders get tighter
Nervous flicks on the lighter, boots
Your pissed off poets
Your women's groups
And the friends with you, we should have known this fool
Well, I guess we missed the mark
Still my fingers catch the sparks at the thought of
Them touching you
And now you're wounded...

Let me break it down 'til I force the issue
You never come around and you know we miss you
Well, nobody took your pride away, I say
That's something people say

Back down the bully to the back of the bus
'Cause it's time for them to be scared of us
'Til you're yelling how we living cause you go the ball
And then you rock on, baby, rock on, you rock on

On and on
You're a summertime hottie with her socks in the air
Screaming "I won't care, baby I don't care, no!"

You say you don't know
You say you can't grow (You're the marigold)
All I know is we're missing you...you...
(Repeat most recent stanza)

Show up...show up wounded
Show up...show up wounded

Trust me, I thought I understood this song the first time I heard it, but there is so much to it. It's really fun. But yeah, I dissected this song. Then, I had to dissect a poem for poetry class to write an analytical essay on it. The poem is by Robert Frost. It wasn't quite as complex as this song lyric, but it was not something you could just coast through. Then, I worked on math conjectures. Very tedious work there, let me tell you. Finally, I worked on microbiology homework, where I was studying diseases, bacteria, etcetera. I am currently in the process of selecting a disease to do a project on...it's a contest on what dieases is the most vile. I'm not sure what to choose...Leprosy is pretty nasty, but so are all the parasite stuff, and any of the hemorrhagic fevers. Choices, choices. Oh well. I'm gonna go veg for an hour or so...maybe watch a movie, and just let my brain rest. I love working it, but it needs a rest right now. And I know that whole entry was just really, really boring. I'm sorry! I just love this nerdy stuff...it's my future, you know. The kind of stuff I'll be doing as a nutty adult. I can't wait! ;-)