In Memory of Cassandra

Women be wise, keep your mouth shut, don't advertise your man Don't sit around gossiping, explaining what your good man really can do Some women nowadays, Lord they ain't no good They will laugh in your face, Then try to steal your man from you Women be wise, keep your mouth shut, don't advertise your man Don't be no fool

Thursday, December 05, 2002

Almost heaven West Virginia
Blue Ridge Mountains Shenandoah river
Life is old there older than the trees
Younger than the mountains blowin' like a breeze

Country roads take me home
To the place I belong
West Virginia mountain momma
Take me home country roads

All my memories gather round her
Miner's lady stranger to blue water
Dark and dusty painted on the sky
Misty taste of moonshine teardrops in my eyes

I hear a voice in the morning how she calls me
The radio reminds me of my home far away
Drivin' down the road I get the feelin'
That I should been home yesterday yesterday

Take me home country roads
(I'm coming home...)

Hearing that song I think of Naz Farm. It makes me want to cry. I've never had something so good happen to me. But I dont really want to talk about it now.. i just cant wait to read the newspaper article on it!

I talked to jim today.. i miss him alot.. i told him about the squirrels... hehehe he thought the toma one about the munchies was histerical.. i miss him.

ahhh a snow day. i didnt wear any makeup, it was great. I actually cleaned my room... its sooo clean (i used two large garbage bags to carry off the bodies) I washed my brand new underwear-(always a good thing), now i just have to wait for saturday.

I have a plan that might work for after the cot.. if we hung at joe's and then when people left -we came to my house to sleep. God knows my mother would never let any kind of funny business go on under her roof... even though i talked her into letting me sleep on the air mattress next to the futon in the back room... which is practically as good. So if that works for him-- it is a hoop to jump through but goodness it might be the only way.

poor jill doesnt want to go where she's going. kat doesnt know where she's going. i wish i had made plans to have a party before everyone else decided they were having a party.. cuz i can invite whoever i want and not feel the least bit guilty about not inviting people.. cuz god knows this time we were the odd men out. pshh alright im gonna go.. this isnt interesting at all.. i should delete this.


















Wednesday, December 04, 2002

Happiness

Teddy bears and shamrocks
Curly red hair and dimples
Big shiny bows and
Thick red ribbon
-mistletoe

Boxes of dark chocolates
Thick glasses of cold milk
Warm eggs on a cold Sunday
-snowfall

Valentines and roses
Birthday cake and yellow peeps
Straight A's and winning touchdowns
-music

Halloween costumes, the tooth-fairy
Best friends and sleepovers
A discount, the perfect fit
-a baby

Compassionate eyes, a gentle touch
Open arms, a beautiful smile
A car with character, a meal of tea
-you


PUT AN END TO POTTY MOUTH SQUIRRELS...

Tuesday, December 03, 2002

F-Stop Blues
Jack Johnson

Hermit crabs and cowry shells
Crush beneath his feet as he comes towards you
He's waving at you

Lift him up to see what you can see
He begins his focusing
He's aiming at you

And now he has cutaways from memories
And close-ups of anything that
He has seen or even dreamed
And now he's finished focusing

He's imagining lightning
Striking sea sickness
Away from here

Look who's laughing now that you've wasted
How many years and you've barely even tasted
Anything remotely close to
Everything you've boasted about
Look who's crying now

Driftwood floats, after years of erosion
Incoming tide touches roots to expose them,
Quicksand steals my shoe,
Clouds bring the f-stop blues

Look who's laughing now that you've wasted
How many years and you've barely even tasted
Anything remotely close to
Everything you've boasted about
Look who's crying now

It doesnt make sense. Highs and lows as unpredictable as ocean waves. -- which would make them quite predictable I assume. And still I dont foresee them. They still take advantage of me and leave me in a wake of confused emotion. I guess in this sea of people I havent found myself. I dont even know what Im supposed to be looking for... converse? abercrombie? target?
I dont do drugs, smoke, or drink alcohol... and i dont go to church every sunday. I dont play sports but I dont get straight A's. Im not beautiful nor am I homely. (no comments on that one please) plainly said : I dont stick out... float above or sink below.

so who the HELL am i ?

somedays im just not sure.


Monday, December 02, 2002

When all the world is a hopeless jumble,
and the raindrops tumble all around,
heaven opens a magic lane.

When all the clouds darken up the skyway,
there's a rainbow highway to be found,
leading from your window pane,
to a place behind the sun,
just a step beyond the rain.

Somewhere, over the rainbow, way up high,
there's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby.

Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue,
and the dreams that you dare to dream,
really do come true.

Someday, I'll wish upon a star
and wake up where the clouds are far behind me.
Where troubles melt like lemon drops,
away above the chimney tops,
that's where you'll find me.

Somewhere over the rainbow, bluebirds fly.
Birds fly over the rainbow,
why then, oh, why can't I?
If all those little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow,
why, oh why, can't I?

-no intro needed for that song


So lots has been going on lately. I hurt my neck somehow, and my family laughed. I tell ya, having a pain in the neck isnt as funny as they took it to be. There is this guy who comes into my place of work every week.. (when im working at least) and today he kinda creeped me out. He goes to my church with his family, and he recognized me from cantoring and lectoring, and mentioned it one day a month or two ago. Now everytime he sees me he asks me to sing for him, which was funny for a while, but then today he mentioned how he hasn't seen me in church in a while, and that he usually sees me even if Im not on the altar... which kinda changed the mood. Suddenly I felt hypocritical and pious about not being at church yesterday... but then I realized that my family went that morning without me and I didnt feel so bad, then i just felt kinda creeped out by the fact this guy keeps tabs on me. I dunno maybe Im being weird, but i just didnt get a good feeling about it.

I definitely got the day off for the cotilion, and the show if i go. =-) I have to coordinate this NHS bakesale.. I want it to be fun. Maybe thats silly.. but I'd like it to have a good turn-out. I mean, who DOESNT love a bake sale? I think Im gonna make up flyers tonight to go in the homeroom folders for tomorrow... since im the one who puts them in anyway. hehe

--lets just hope i dont get in trouble... i've been lookin for trouble lately.

Toma Tomorrow... dun dun dun the man the myth the legend.. i dunno im tired of all the hype.. its a good thing that he's finally here. I got really tired of staring at the posters on bathroom walls. (i might have accidently taken a few down.. accidently)

I have new earings... i dont know if i like them... but they are a gift from mom.. so u know how that goes =-)

"goodnight u kings of new england.. u princes of maine!"