my brain has been working overtime.
not even over the book i have to read, or the two papers i have to write, or the two exams i have to take. no my mind has been taxing over the little things.
i am going to miss rutfest or gerfest or whatever it is today. Conan tonight baby! Oh yeah. jamie foxx will be sooo not funny that hopefully the opening monologue will just last the entire show. hopefully.
i just found out what being "flaky" or being a "flake" means... yep. i did.
be careful. when someone says "but- of course"
they are not telling you to throw "butt out the window". whew. thank god u all knwo that now.
alright im starving and so im out.
a spoonful of sugar
and the medicine goes down.
Friday, April 30, 2004
Thursday, April 29, 2004
Wednesday, April 28, 2004
and u know that she's half crazy
and thats why u want to be there.
you dont know what its like
to love somebody
the way i love you
i'm a woman
can't u see what i am
I feel i was seduced by the darkness, the promise, the mystery. you either hit the ceiling or hit the floor. I know thats pessimism or worse just plain trite or worse just plain truth. I dont want to complain, just to define where I am so I'll know. to figure the whole damn puzzle out
im trying to find the dave matthews song that i heard for the first time just the other day. it was so good.
i sleep just to dream you.
i beg the night just to see you.
that my only love should be you
just to lie in your arms.
Tuesday, April 27, 2004
We Belong
Many times I've tried to tell you
many times since I'm alone,
Always I'm surprised how well you cut my feelings to the bone,
Don't wanna leave you really
I've invested so much time,
To give you up that easy to the doubts
that complicate your mind,
Maybe it's a sign of weakness when I don't know what to say,
Maybe I just wouldn't know what to do with my strength anyway,
Have become a habit
do we distort the facts,
Now there's no looking forward
now there's no turning back
Close your eyes and try to sleep now
close your eyes and try to dream,
Clear your mind and do your best to try
to wash the pallette clean,
We can't begin to know it
how much we really care,
I hear your voice inside me
I see your face everywhere,
--pat benetar
the song is better without the chorus
Monday, April 26, 2004
Sweet Thing
And I will stroll the merry way
And jump the hedges first
And I will drink the clear
Clean water for to quench my thirst
And I shall watch the ferry-boats
And they'll get high
On a bluer ocean
Against tomorrow's sky
And I will never grow so old again
And I will walk and talk
In gardens all wet with rain
Oh sweet thing, sweet thing
My, my, my, my, my sweet thing
And I shall drive my chariot
Down your streets and cry
hey, it's me, I'm dynamite
And I don't know why?
And you shall take me strongly
In your arms again
And I will not remember
That I even felt the pain.
We shall walk and talk
In gardens all misty and wet with rain
And I will never, never, never
Grow so old again.
Oh sweet thing, sweet thing
My, my, my, my, my sweet thing
And I will raise my hand up
Into the night time sky
And count the stars
That's shining in your eye
Just to dig it all and not to wonder
That's just fine
And I'll be satisfied
Not to read in between the lines
And I will walk and talk
In gardens all wet with rain
And I will never, ever, ever, ever
Grow so old again.
Oh sweet thing, sweet thing
Sugar-baby with your champagne eyes
And your saint-like smile....
--van the man
yes it truly is a sweet thing not to read between the lines. This song comes closest to capturing how it is to be with someone at the right moment- when the stars shine for you and the rain falls for you and everything is right just the way it is. And you don't remember that you ever felt the pain. It's a song of spring. A song of fresh beginnings and memories of the happiest times. disney. A reminder that the voice of nature is the voice of happiness. It makes me wanna take my allegra and go outside.
its the kind of feeling that makes you wanna drink iced tea and eat rice krispy treats.
its the promise of satisfaction. the return of friends, those late nights at the diner, when 'fried cheese' reminds you just how good it is to be from jersey.
and i will never ever ever ever
grow so old again. =-)