Ink drops

The second coming of the Pitbull : ) the joys of my imagination and my life, or lack thereof (ex. friend:"can u go to the concert of ur favorite band in the entire world with me?" me: "i would, but i have mcyc/madrigals/piano/ voice/flute/concerto rehearsal/ tutoring/italy choir/mocktrial") ....oh the humanity

Friday, November 07, 2003

soundtrack of today: *fate fell short this time your smile fades in the summer, place your hand in mine i'll leave when i wanna* and *Some enchanted evening
You may see a stranger,
you may see a stranger
Across a crowded room
And somehow you know,
You know even then
That somewhere you'll see her
Again and again.

Some enchanted evening
Someone may be laughin',
You may hear her laughin'
Across a crowded room
And night after night,
As strange as it seems
The sound of her laughter
Will sing in your dreams.

Who can explain it?
Who can tell you why?
Fools give you reasons,
Wise men never try.

Some enchanted evening
When you find your true love,
When you feel her call you
Across a crowded room,
Then fly to her side,
And make her your own
For all through your life you
May dream all alone.

Once you have found her,
Never let her go.
Once you have found her,
Never let her go!* wow yah so barky sang that at the concert last night *swoon* yah really his voice like melted chocolate or really plush velvet...: ) the concert wasn't horrible, the sound person did a really bad job but s'all good it was still fun and the testostertone antics were lovely as usual "seth: well i was accosted by these 3 hobos..." mhm so today everybody was kinda in a bad mood, i was in a bad mood, the pretzel was in a bad mood, pb&j was in a bad mood (as always, and was doing things that made my other friends irritated) nothin like have hoish friends. yup i suppose today could've been worse though and i'd rather not complain, quisas it'll get better by next week, anyway everything's kinda mundance in a busy sort of way and i have laundry and cleaning to do so i'll ttyl much love.

Tuesday, November 04, 2003

i think sometimes my eyes drift beyond my hands beyond the desk too often, to things i can't have, intangible things i can't see, and can never have. i heard my favorite songs and i felt nauseous and wanted to cry and that was sad because if not a good song what is there left to live for? and i said why is it weird but he couldn't say and i still don't know and i hate not knowing but who am i to complain? i hate feeling powerless and i swear i don't know why i say can i and i can but......i don't know what to say anymore what to think to think perchance to dream, perhaps, quisas i should not dream ...heh it's my bad karma i swear it is. love to y'all i've got MCYC <3