Could you be loved and be loved
Could you be loved and be loved

The road of life is rocky
And you may stumble too
So while you point your fingers
Someone else is judging you
Love you brotherman

Don't let them change you
Or even rearrange you, oh! no
We've got a life to live
They say only, only
Only the fittest of the fittest shall survive
Stay alive

Could you be loved and be loved
Could you be loved and be loved

Parts of 'Could You Be Loved' Thanks to Bob Marley

Fr. Jim was talking to a friend of mine in confession one day about how it says in the book of John not to judge other people, to which my dear friend replied "ah yes, and Bob Marley once said "the road of life is rocky and you may stumble too, so while you're pointing your finger someone else is judging you." hehe there you go.

I shouldnt stay long, I have math to do and family to be with. I got my prom dress today though. Its really nice. Different than anything I've worn before though.. so who knows =-) So if the prom diet wasnt in effect before, it is now.. cuz i like the way the dress looks, but you know. Im tired though.. and i know i shouldnt be, if im getting sick this wont be good. So im not. Im off now, enjoy your rainy weekend. So in honor of such a miserable day.. a little stormy weather.

Don't know why, there's no sun up in the sky
Stormy weather, since my man and I ain't together
Keeps raining all the time

Life is bare, gloom and misery everywhere
Stormy weather, just can't get my poor old self together
I'm weary all the time, the time, so weary all of the time

When he went away, the blues walked in and met me
If he stays away, old rocking chair will get me
All I do is pray, the lord above will let me walk in the sun once more

I walk around heavy-hearted and sad
Night comes around and I'm still feeling bad
Rain pourin' down, blinding every hope I had
This pitter andd n patter and beating, spattering driving me mad
Love, love, love, love, the misery will be the end of me

Can't go on, everything I had is gone
Stormy weather, since my man and I ain't together
Keeps raining all the time
Keeps raining all of the time

later luv

A minor incident

There's nothing i could say to make you try and feel ok
And nothing you could do to stop me feeling the way i do
And if the chance should happen that i never see you again
Just remember that i'll always love you

I'd be a better person on the other side i'm sure
You'd find a way to help yourself
Then find another door
To shrug off minonr incidents
Make us both feel proud
I'd just wish i be there to see u through

You always were the one to make us stand out in the crowd
Though every once apon a while your head was in a cloud
There's nothing u could never do to ever let me down
And remember that ill always love you

Badly Drawn Boy


Oh my, what is there to say when the most wonderful boy in the world is beyond sick? I got to go by and see him for a while, and as miserable as he looked I felt so happy to see his face again. Neither one of us wanted to lose our identities to this relationship, but I never counted on growing so fond of his. Is there a gen without joe.. of course, just as there is a joe without gen. But is it the happiest gen u've ever seen.. not a chance.

If i could play the harmonica i would play this song for you and me, and for the little dog that took sunshine naps on the livingroom floor and never will again.

Ahh do u ever wish that you had the power to make everything just right? I'd do anything to have that power. I'd work everyday of my life, if I could keep the people I love healthy. I'd do it without anyone knowing that that was what i was doing if that was what it took. I'd sing the lead in the musical off pitch if thats all it took. I'd do whatever it took... if only someone would tell me what it takes.

theres nothing u could ever do that would let me down
and remember that i'll always love you

olive juice love... (and vitamins)

grrr frustration

sigh, if u didnt get what i wrote yesterday i dont know what to tell ya. Thats me. I shouldnt expect so much of people, but i do. If I could just get over that whole "wanting people to understand me" thing Im sure I'd be disappointed far less, but then again thats kinda like a life without surprises- boring.

My mom was kinda nice to me today... then again the day isnt over. She let me out of the house without giving her the time i'd be home... who knows

Im such a bitch to her though. Here I am complaining about how she cares and is overprotective cuz she cares and she's in pain and having a rough recoup. I dont really understand everything thats going on, she's kinda trying to keep me in the dark about how serious it is. That only scares me more though. Doctors are stupid. What the hell do we pay them so much money for, if they make such major mistakes? We pay them that much money to rise above their human imperfections and do the job that we need them to do- all the time. Not half the time, not when they have enough sleep and are well fed.. all the time. ahh i am just so mad. I dont know who to blame. And she isnt even that sick or in that much pain.. i can only imagine how kids deal with it when their moms are worse. They have my heart.

I should start writing my essay.. Im just so aggrivated. I dont like when people are sick. I feel so helpless. So I trust other people to do what I wish I could do for the people I love... so when they screw up... im frustrated.

im frustrated

sigh.. poor girl, he doesnt do it for her anymore because he does it all for her. The romantic in me always found the idea of two guys fighting over me to be exciting. Not that that is happeneing to me, but I dont think I'd really like that now. Though there is a song from Camelot that totally shows what im talking about (and portrays her as a giddy self-centered child of a girl who really shouldnt be getting married anyway... cuz although it shows her in an unflattering light showing no concern for men as anything but play things, that in itself is her defense.. she hasnt known love so how could she possibly be faulted for being so naive?) Yeah even i think that thought was hard to follow so dont worry about it if you had trouble =-) u'll understand in a minute...

(Guenevere's plea in the forrest to her patron after she has just run away from her processional party after just entering camelot.)

St. Genevieve! St. Genevieve!
It's Guenevere. Remember me?
St. Genevieve! St. Genevieve!
I'm over here beneath this tree.
You know how faithful and devout I am.
You must admit I've always been a lamb.
But Genevieve, St. Genevieve,
I won't obey you any more!
You've gone a bit too far.
I won't be bid and bargain'd for
Like beads at a bazaar.

St. Genevieve, I've run away,
Eluded them and fled;
And from now on I intend to pray
To someone else instead.

Oh, Genevieve, St. Genevieve,
Where were you when my youth was sold?
Dear Genevieve, sweet Genevieve,
Shan't I be young before I'm old?

Where are the simple joys of maidenhood?
Where are all those adoring, daring boys?
Where's the knight pining so for me
He leaps to death in woe for me?
Oh, where are a maiden's simple joys?

Shan't I have the normal life a maiden should?
Shall I never be rescued in the wood?
Shall two knights never tilt for me
And let their blood be spilt for me?
Oh, where are the simple joys of maidenhood?

Shall I not be on a pedestal,
Worshipped and competed for?
Not be carried off, or better still,
Cause a little war?

Where are the simple joys of maidenhood?
Are these sweet, gentle pleasures gone for good?
Shall a feud not begin for me?
Shall kith not kill their kin for me?
Oh, where are the trivial joys . . .?
Harmless, convivial joys . . .?
Where are the simple joys of maidenhood?


ahhh where are the simple joys of maidenhood? i swear i was just born in the wrong time. ( yes the feminist in me was preoccupied listening to Fiona Apple while i wrote this.. shhh she'll hear u)

gnite folks.. thanks for sharing in a moment inspired by my favorite musical

olive juice

sigh...

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so we're still friends...but we both know we arent
cuz what good is a friendship without the trust
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i dont see you enough to be as close as I want us to be
but life is busy and time is short, and you live so far away
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you stop in and take whats yours, and who am I to say anything
quality time with someone who used to be so close to me-- gone
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you never listen to me, you force me to be so defensive all the time
you puff up your chest and take away my freedoms to show just how
big you are, and how easy life would be if I just accepted that
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you talk to me as if nothing is different, as if our relationship hasnt changed
but i can see it in your eyes, we've changed and whatever we were, we arent
any longer
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you seem to really care about me, even though it won't come to be
and i really like you too, but i am being careful anyway.
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poor u, u seem to know what im all about, and you really do care,
and you'll never know how much you mean to me, how important you
are, and how lucky i am to know u
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