How sweet it is to be loved by you

How sweet it is to be loved by you
How sweet it is to be loved by you

I needed the shelter of someone's arms and there you were
I needed someone to understand my ups and downs and there you were
With sweet love and devotion
Deeply touching my emotion
I want to stop and thank you baby
I just want to stop and thank you baby

I close my eyes at night
Wondering where would I be without you in my life
Everything I did was just a bore
Everywhere I went it seems I'd been there before
But you brighten up for me all of my days
With a love so sweet in so many ways
I want to stop and thank you baby
I just want to stop and thank you baby

How sweet it is to be loved by you
How sweet it is to be loved by you

You were better for me than I was for myself
For me, there's you and there ain't nobody else
I want to stop and thank you baby
I just want to stop and thank you baby

How sweet it is to be loved by you
How sweet it is to be loved by you


Sometimes people love you for reasons you can't see. Its small miracles like that that give me the hope it takes nowadays.

Green Eyes

Honey you are a rock,
Upon which I stand,
And I came here to talk,
I hope you understand,
The green eyes, yeah the spotlight, shines upon you
And how could, anybody, deny you,
I came here with a load,
And it feels so much lighter now I met you,
And honey you should know,
That I could never go on without you,
Green eyes

Honey you are the sea,
Upon which I float,
And I came here to talk,
I think you should know

The green eyes, you're the one that I wanted to find,
And anyone who tried to deny you, must be out of their mind,
Because I came here with a load,
And it feels so much lighter since I met you,
Honey you should know,
That I could never go on without you,
Green eyes, green eyes
Oh oh oh oh

Honey you are a rock
Upon which I stand

I hate it when i get pissy with people i like. Im not saying that im always without cause, but I just dont like when i do it. Sometimes I make big deals out of little deals. I guess thats a drawback to dating/talking to/being friends with me. I dont doubt that my pro's out-weigh my con's... (even tho i dont wear cons) but even still sometimes i am impossible and i admit it. I'll apologize to u in person later.

its my grandma's birthday!!! She is 81.. and wow she doesnt look it. I hope i act and look like her when im 40 let alone 81!

hehe my older brother is home from college and off with my mom figuring out his cell phone situation, so his friend bill is sitting at the table doing his work. Poor guy has been hounded by josh since they got in to play with him, and being one of several brothers and sisters (9 i think). He's really good about it tho.. josh wanted him to play video games and i knew that bill has work he wants to do, so looking rather dejected josh began to mope around. Bill didnt miss a beat and then asked josh to help him with his homework. Josh's face lit up soooo fast. it was sweet. Then bill starts to walk away with josh in toe and asks josh : "alright, tell me everything u know about buddhism". hehe i have to go do some math.. but i like this guy.


I should have prefaced this with the stories of last night and this morning. But I'll sum it up for you so you can truly appreciate how scared bill must be of us all. Last night when the guys came home joshua pulled them downstairs to see his basketball net thingy.... my family's dirty laundry (ie my under garments) were all over the stairs..... then this morning i was getting dressed and my mother called up through the intercom (thats counterpart is located in my upstairs bathroom) something to me, I wasnt wearing a shirt so i just held my shirt against the front of my chest and went to see what she wanted ..... i ran into jim and bill in the hallway. So although im sure that college life is far more down and dirty.. im sure that im not helping my mother make ... well lets call it "the desired impression" upon the young men.


talk to u later

Plastic Jesus

I don't care if it rains or freezes
Long as I got my plastic Jesus
Sittin' on the dashboard of my car

Comes in colors, pink and pleasant
Glows in the dark, it's iridescent
Take it with you when you travel far

I'm afraid He'll have to go.
His magnets ruin my radio
And if I have a wreck He'll leave a scar.

Though the sunshine on His back
Make Him peel, chip and crack,
A little patching keeps Him up to par.

When Im in a traffic jam
He dont care if I say Damn
I just sit and let the curses roll

Plastic Jesus doesn't hear
'Cause he has a plastic ear
The man who invented plastic saved my soul.

Get yourself a sweet madonna
Dressed in rhinestone, settin' on a
Pedestal of Abalone Shells

Goin' 90, I ain't scared
Cause I got the Virgin Mary
Assuring me that I won't go to hell

I feel I'm protected amply
I've got the whole damn Holy Family
Riding on the dashboard of my car

I don't care if it bumps or jostles
Long as I got the Twelve Apostles
Bolted to the dashboard of my car

Don't I have a pious mess
Such a crowd of holiness
Strung across the dashboard of my car

When pedestrians try to cross
I let them know who's boss
I never blow my horn or give them warning

I ride all over town
Trying to run them down
And it's seldom that they live to see the morning

God made Christ a Holy Jew
God made Him a Christian too
Paradoxes populate my car

Joseph beams with a feigned elan
From the shaggy dash of my furlined van
Famous cuckold in the master plan

Naughty Mary, smug and smiling
Jesus dainty and beguiling
Knee-deep in the piling of my van

I don't care if I'm broke or starvin'
As long as I've got a fish named Darwin
Glued to the trunklid of my car

God, I'm feeling so evolved
Drivin' with my problems solved
Proclaiming what I think of what we are

I don't care if the night is scary
As long as I got the Virgin Mary
Sittin' on the dashboard of my car.

She don't slip and she don't slide
Cuz her ass is magnetized
Sittin' on the dashboard of my car.


Hehe ... some of that reflects how Im feeling lately. This was a different Lent for me. I've always accepted that Lent was a time of sacrifice in order to realize how much god gave us and how important he really is (and much more that I fail to capture at the moment). And I truly respect and admire people who have the faith to carry them actively through this time. But for me, so much has changed (since this past summer) that I just can't go through lent the same way. I havent gone to church all lent, and now Im going to sing with my choir on Good Friday and then cantor easter sunday noon mass. Im no athiest... so i dont feel terribly hypocritical standing up there, but the god i believe in isnt some plastic jesus. I dont even think the idea of jesus serves any purpose for me. I dont live my life for the "after-life" I live it for the here and now. Maybe thats wrong, but I think more of the person who aims to live their life for others than the person who aims to live ther life for god.. because I think that essentially that should result in the same life lived. Its just the mindset that is different. I just think that the mindset reflects the heart.

I dunno if that made any sense, but I think about how god is called "our father"... equated with the leader of the family... the 'ultimate' parent who looks upon 'his' children with love, and so I think about my own father, and how he is always so upset when I fight with my brothers and how proud he is when we show each other how much they mean to us, and care for each other. . . that to me just makes me think that if we are really supposed to see god as a father, than we should value our relations with each other above our relations with 'him'. I dunno why this is on my mind now. I suppose Im thinking about singing tomorrow and everything. I really don't like good friday, i think its focusing on the wrong thing. I dont really need easter and christmas to be a good christian... or person. But Im cantoring easter anyway so go figure.

Sometimes singing certain songs make me feel really really good tho.. Like singing Come and See... that makes me feel really good for some reason. Maybe its a moment in god. Maybe its just good music and good friends... maybe thats all ya need.

sigh... heavy thoughts for such an empty stomach.. im going to go eat. later kids

ive gotten fatter. ugh I need to find activities to do with people that dont involve eating. I think it all boils down to motivation. I am not really feeling very motivated by things. As falling behind becomes more and more common it becomes more and more shruggable. Heh, David always finds a way to make sense of, and give direction to my nonsense----

BrucebruceLee84: one thing that girls still don't get, is that no matter how fussy you are, no matter how you "think" you look, as long as we love you, we're always amazed at how beautiful you are, whetherprom dress or jeans.

------------he was doing so well until he made some reference to something about men of substance, empty rhythmic movements, and breeding. Oh well... im sure he meant well. lol

"a tiger's mind is fickle like the wind"--- so is mine... and so is my emotional state... if a state can be fickle.. umm sure.

One moment im doing ok.. then ali g mentions an english quiz, and suddenly everything i thought i had under control is too much with the added stress. I try and calculate my energy and time out to the moment.... so unless the surprises are pleasant (and they hardly ever are) they are horrible... makes sense ... either pleasant or horrible. hot/cold

Im too possessive. I hear its immature... and maybe it is... maybe im immature, but I dont think so, and just cuz i know that im possessive doesnt mean i plan on changing. SO i have quite a nice ride planned out for myself now dont i. -sigh- Blues in the night anyone?

brian asked me if i was satisfied today... cuz i read double meanings into everything that was said at lunch today... some people might consider that immature.. i think its just being overly clever and aware of meanings. Or crazy.. u could say crazy.


Spring Break eh? Term paper/ Take home test/ Reproduction outline... woohoo lets go!

Why can't a woman be more like a man?

women are irrational thats all there is to that
their heads are full of cotton, hay and rags
they are nothing but exasperating irritating vascilating calculating aggitating maddening and infuriating hags

I dont work for a week. If my feet didnt hurt so much I'd be smiling.

I need to get to the store and get myself a new cd for the car. Zwan is becoming trite. Not that I dont enjoy it, but too much of a good thing depreciates its value.

Im looking foward to this break. I need a break, and although I'll be doing a term paper, outlining the male and female reproductive systems and finishing a math take home test......I'll enjoy the time off. I hope i dont waste it on school work like I have in the past.

I was a bitch to mr wicke today, to prove a point though. Everyday at lunch when he lets the seniors go, the abnoxious girls (oh u know the crowd i mean) howl at him and then proceed to leave all their crap all over their table. Then he comes over and cleans up after them. Now if he was just any teacher I might just feel bad for him, but since he's one of the best teachers i've ever had.. watching him clean up after these losers makes me somewhat mad. I asked him why he cleans up after them, and he just says "well, they are stupid"... so today when leaving the lunch table i reached to pick up my snapple can, then when i caught his eye i pulled my hand back and pointed to it saying "pick it up". He did, and gave me the middle finger as he threw it away for me. My only reply was "well, its ur job isnt it?"...... I wont do it again, but I wanted him to see that I knew what it meant for him to do that... how fully capable i was of doing it myself.. and how given the "babying" it would happen. I dunno what i was really after, but i really like him.... i really respect him, and the idea of him cleaning up after dead-brain idiots makes me angry. He's just too wise to get upset by it. He's already written these people off. I guess I hope too much.

im tired... math test... ugh... sean help!

god?

oh sorry... wrong number.

haha.. hmm so here's my question... where did god park his ass on palm sunday?


i saw eric marold at a pool hall... hmm jealous anyone?

katie's prom dress looks really pretty.. glamorous one might say. I hope i look that good in my dress. I like her dress this year better than her dress from last year just cuz its more red carpet this year. I liked last years too, but this years looks really sharp. I hope no one else gets it. They'd have tough competition.

Me on the other hand.. god help the boy who wears the same dress as me....