Don't Be Blue

April skies are in your eyes
but darling, don't be blue

Don't cry
Oh honey please
don't be that way

Clouds in the sky
should never make you feel that way

The rain
will bring the violets of may
tears are in vain
So honey please
don't be that way

As long as we
see it through
You'll have me
I'll have you

Sweetheart,
tomorrow is another day
Don't break my heart
Oh honey, please don't be that way

--ella fitzgerald (did it best)

ok so maybe this song isnt quite Lloyd Dobbler enough for this evening's turn of events, but just maybe it works just right for good old Genevieve Purcell.

I've decided that I should never talk when I have a headache or when I'm tired. Which doesnt say much. (pun intended, as embarassing as that is)

i feel so caught up.

Midnight Train to Georgia

L.A. proved too much for the man,
So he's leavin' the life he's come to know,
He said he's goin' back to find
Ooh, what's left of his world,
The world he left behind
Not so long ago.

He's leaving,
On that midnight train to Georgia,
And he's goin' back
To a simpler place and time.

He kept dreamin'
That someday he'd be a star.
But he sure found out the hard way
That dreams don't always come true.

So he pawned all his hopes
and he even sold his old car
Bought a one way ticket
To the life he once knew,

And he's goin' back
To a simpler place and time.

as sean put it, it's been the longest shortest year ever. so much has changed, and I've stood to the challenge, and gotten my A's- but what does it really mean?

i was thrown into the ocean and have no triumphant story of survival to tell. Like someone drowning, in my panic and uncertainty I violently thrashed and forever changed my relationships with some people. I've called out for help, and listened to my own echo get swallowed up and lost in the tides. I've been weathered and worn and I don't want to think too hard on it. I'm looking forward to kissing the ground back beneath my feet,and regaining some strength.

im not a feminist, i find them annoying. the only thing more annoying than a feminist is being mistaken for one.

i want simple emotions. no more darkness, no more jealousy, no more fear. i want a summer that is as beautiful on the outside as i feel on the inside. I want to feel beautiful on the inside. i don't want those people around who fill me with doubt and hurt.

help me if you can
i've got to get
back to the house at pooh corner by one
you'd be surprised there's so much to get done
count all the bees in the hive
chase all the clouds from the sky

im through with the game
this girl will never be the same

wow i'm in a bad mood.

I know I shouldn't be blogging -- I should be hibernating, or meditating or whatever, but as of yet, I haven't mastered that skill. I'm still just worried about the summer being just like the rest of this year.

I feel like I need to run away. I want adventure damnit. Not some lousy summer job where I get 7.50 an hour to deal with assholes who don't give a shit because I'm not a person. fuck that shit. I need a vacation and I need it now.

I'm tired, so I'm cranky... more than that though-- I'm angry.

Things I don't want to be this summer:

--alone
--working alot
--stuck in jersey
--a lady of the evening

yeah we can start there for now.