Ugly or Pretty, It's Still My City..

i was just sitting here reading blogs from friends that have moved away to various parts of the country. it always kind of makes me kinda sad. i don't know what its like to move away. i've only known one city and its always safe to say that when i'm away from it for too long, i miss it more than anything. before too long, a week in Las Vegas = me missing home, a week in Florida = me missing home. some places make me miss home even faster. i've spent 1 night in my life in Salt Lake City on a plane layover and i felt like i was just outside the outskirts of hell.

i remember when i was at LSU, there were so many people that were like "Oh my God. I cannot WAIT to leave Baton Rouge!!!". when i think back to that time, it reminds me of the lyrics of the Hot Hot Heat's 'Get In Or Get Out':

He never thought that he would leave so soon. Passed out in May, but then woke up June hanging over July.
Security! Security! Beware: the cost of living is a one way fare.
I'm pulling the alarm, so get in or get out.

His polyester sticks out in the crowd. It's true, there is such a thing as too loud -but I won't let him know.
White lipstick smeared upon my bathroom mirror. He stuck me with the bill -but I don't care.

Ugly or pretty, it's still my city. Make up your mind and get in or get out!
Say what you will, but get in or get out!

We never thought that he would leave this town.
We always that he would hang around getting old with the rest.
Jean jackets folded on his closet shelf. The weather begs for leather coats... Ah well.