Daughters

I know a girl
She puts the color inside of my world
She's just like a maze
Where all of the walls all continually change
And I've done all I can
To stand on her steps with my heart in my hands
Now I'm starting to see
Maybe it's got nothing to do with me

Fathers be good to your daughters
Daughters will love like you do
Girls become lovers who turn into mothers
So mothers be good to your daughters too

Oh, you see that skin?
It's the same she's been standing in
Since the day she saw him walking away
Now she's left
Cleaning up the mess he made

Fathers be good to your daughters
Daughters will love like you do
Girls become lovers who turn into mothers
So mothers be good to your daughters too

Boys, you can break
You'll find out how much they can take
Boys will be strong
And boys soldier on
But boys would be gone without warmth from
A woman's good, good heart

On behalf of every man
Looking out for every girl
You are the god and the weight of her world

So fathers be good to your daughters
Daughters will love like you do
Girls become lovers who turn into mothers
So mothers be good to your daughters, too
So mothers be good to your daughters, too
So mothers be good to your daughters, too

--john mayer

Ok so yesterday i put up Dinner At Eight, and then I heard this song and thought it was sorta a sister song. I think I'm gonna make my dad a cd.

Alright, well I hope my brothers were able to read my last blog and that it wasnt too depressing or anything. I know I'm 20 and can do what I "want". But at the same time, I'll always be my parent's child, and they will always be my parents, and despite their insanity, I love them.

I know that I'm not always 100% loveable all the time. I get grumpy, cranky, tired, etc.

and lately i've been fuzzy.

my metrosexual history ta once again gave me the wrong information regarding the gay marriage lecturer. Last thursday he told me it was over at the ruth adams building at 4:30. So i went and an hour later i was back at my room having found out that it wasnt supposed to be last week it was supposed to be this week. So today after class he asks me if i'm planning on going today, I decide yes, I will go. He says ruth adams building, 4:30, I go. WE RIDE THE SAME BUS. I walk quickly.. its cold out. Half an hour later I find a single flyer saying the event was being held over in the ruth dill crocket building. In case this paragraph was too long, the ruth dill crocket building is not the ruth adams building. Yeah. thank you chris. =-) i like him anyway, but come now. lol sigh.

some people want it all
but i dont want nothing at all
if it aint you baby
if i aint got you baby

good ass song. thats not about asses at all. thats how awesome it is.

john mayer is bigger than my body. no seriously the man is a giant.

i feel beautiful. why? i dont really know. I guess I just feel very loved. Finding out that jeff buckley and i shared a birthday doesnt hurt either. I feel bright, like some dynamic secondary character in this play we're playing ...

speaking of which, im thinking of writing a play. i know it cant be as good as bill's screen play (jim's hysterical friend (as if he only has one) (wow lets see how many internal parenthesis we can fit in here) (ok just two) (i mean four)) but i'll give it my best.

its already late, but it doesnt feel late. ok well my back kinda aches in my shoulder blades from hunching over the puter while sitting on my lumpy bed. a lumpy bed i love like mom's gravy.

danny got me a buddha of hope and An Everlasting Piece. as if my life needed to get any better? pizza ...three words folks : spinach, tomato, garlic

my mom got me a pretty awesome present. she went all out and bought me an art studio practically. canvases, brushes, chalks, colored pencils, oil paints the whole shebang. Even an easle that didnt come in yet. Im not very talented, but i think every once in a while i make something i can't explain. thats when its good. I didn't get a wittling knife. I had asked for that. I also kinda wanted some needles and thread, but being that i told no one of that one... it'll have to be christmas. I really want to experience life. i want to make connections.

i love waltzes. this song, daughters is a waltz. i just realized that. one two three, two two three, three two three, four two three, one two three, two two three, three two three, four two three. =-)

no need to form lines folks... this loving is unbridled