I wish I lived closer to the gym. I get the urge to go late at night, or at random times when I don't have enough time to get all the way back to the other end of campus. It sucks.
I started writing today. Not writing an essay, nope, I started writing a story. I haven't written a story in years. But I have to tell you that watching that Oprah interview with JK Rowling really struck a chord with me, so I thought I would try. There's no harm in that, I suppose.
Today was pretty good. I got some good things done, and got to go to my favorite part of the library - the 5th floor. It's the stacks. I love going up there to work. It's silent. Not quiet, silent. And not that thin silence that could be broken at any time, the heavy silence that is created by shelves upon shelves of old books. It's almost like the muffliato curse is put on the whole floor. Plus it smells really good...it's because of all the old books. I love it.
I think I'll leave it as a short post tonight. I'm feeling pretty relaxed, light and happy tonight. It's strange. I feel like time is transcending itself. Thinking of looking at my essay one more time, then watching a movie and calling it a night. That will allow for a good night's sleep, some time in the morning to look once more at my essay, and a great start to a great day. Tomorrow's a bit busy, but I do have a good chunk of time between my last class and first meeting that I can start working on my other essay. So that will be good.
Anyways, good bye, for now.
To sail on a dream on a crystal clear ocean,
to ride on the crest of a wild raging storm
To work in the service of life and living,
in search of the answers of questions unknown
To be part of the movement and part of the growing,
part of beginning to understand,
Aye Calypso the places you've been to,
the things that you've shown us,
the stories you tell
Aye Calypso, I sing to your spirit,
the men who have served you so long and so well
Hi dee ay-ee ooo doo-dle oh
oo do do do do do doo-dle ay yee
doo-dle ay ee
Like the dolphin who guides you, you bring us beside you
To light up the darkness and show us the way
For though we are strangers in your silent world
To live on the land we must learn from the sea
To be true as the tide and free as a wind swell
Joyful and loving in letting it be
Aye Calypso the places you've been to,
the things that you've shown us,
the stories you tell
Aye Calypso, I sing to your spirit,
the men who have served you so long and so well
Hi dee ay-ee ooo doo-dle oh
oo do do do do do doo-dle ay yee
doo-dle ay ee
he dee Ay-ee
Hi dee oh ooo
hi dee ayee
hi dee oh ooo
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Dark and Twisty
So recently I've been pretty dark and twisty, as I can see from my previous posts. Well, it's been rough. And I made it more rough by procrastinating (never a good thing). Good news though. I had a meltdown Sunday night, and I feel ridiculously more in control of everything. That being said...I will still be very, very happy when this semester is over. Hey, only a little over a month left! Yeah...only November and about one week in December, then DISNEY and finals which do count, but don't really count. See, what I'm struggling with right now is the schedule. I cannot deal with this writing two papers per week thing. It's...really bad. Bah. Maybe it's just because I'm behind...I guess we'll see. Thankfully, I will never need to take two English classes at the same time again!
Let's talk about more fun stuff, shall we? Like...LONDON. I cannot, CANNOT wait to go. I'm already starting to have really crazy thoughts like moving there permanently when I graduate if I like it enough. I know, crazy right? But the thing is, no one actually thinks it's crazy...which is actually awesome. I seriously expected everyone to be like "Whoa, whoa, whoa, Allison. Slow it down. Think realistically." But I guess the truth of the matter is, living in London one day is realistic. I could do it. I'm tired of saying "Oh that's something I'd hear about someone doing." I want to BE the person doing it! And I WILL be. I'm also thinking of doing some sort of volunteer work next summer...which is definitely something very new. I know, I know, right about now you're saying to yourself "But wait, Allison loves Disney and may NOT be going back to Florida for an alumni program??" And yes, I've had some thoughts similar to that as well. But the reality of the situation is that I need to keep some options open. Plus, when else will you have the opportunity to go all these fantastic places other than while you're in college (and *ahem* still on your parents insurance, phone plan, etc, etc). Right now I'm looking into Africa (Cape Town). Don't misconstrue the reason why I want to volunteer. I'm not sure where all of these feelings of compassion and sympathy are coming from, but I hear about all the terrible natural disasters, or impoverished countries and I feel so sad, and feel like I could make a difference. Hopefully I will get the opportunity to.
Going back to London...I've heard from several different, non connected sources that celebrity sightings are quite common, as the BU dorms are situated in a very nice neck of the woods. Since then, I've been going a bit batty over possibly meeting or even seeing Colin Firth or Hugh Grant on the street. I absolutely love, love, love them! And don't even get me started if I see JK Rowling...oh man. I may actually faint. Okay, maybe that's a lil dramatic. Sometimes I labor under the delusion that I meet her randomly in the street and she is so charmed by my silly Americanness and witty intelligence that she invites me to have a cup of tea with her. But then again, it is a delusion. I try to think of what I would even say. I think it's definitely imperative to thank her emphatically, from the bottom of my heart, for the creation of Harry Potter. I honestly don't know who I would be today if it wasn't for the Boy Who Lived. The books brought my friends from high school and I together, and helped keep us together through many troubling times. Even now, I've shared so many amazing experiences with people who are now some of my best friends because of Harry Potter. So thanking is definitely a must. I should probably have some answers to common questions she may ask prepared as well...favorite character? Hmmm now that one's varied over time. I still think Hermione is mine though, closely followed by Sirius and Dumbledore. (On a quick aside - my computer's spell check did not try to tell me that Sirius OR Dumbledore was spelled wrong. Win.) Favorite book? Definitely Prisoner of Azkaban. I was so unhappy with the interpretation Alfonso Curan took with the movie that it almost ruined it for me, though. Actually, I like Prisoner of Azkaban, Goblet of Fire, and Order of the Phoenix. Maybe it's because those were the key three that I had the chance to read while my best friends and I were becoming close (we went to the release party for 5, and I think 6). I don't know though. I just took a momentary break to watch JK's interview with Oprah and learned a few key things. 1) She lives in Edinburgh, Scotland with her family. 2) She is an incredibly thoughtful and down to earth person. 3) She loves the readers of the Harry Potter books more than anything else from the phenomenon. I do hope to one day meet her, and I hope at that time I will be blessed with the good gift of blasphemy so as to explain to her just what an effect her imagination has had on my life.
Seeing as it is now 12:40am and I did absolutely no homework tonight, I am going to sleep in the hopes of waking early enough to be diligently engaged with it in the morning.
I'll end tonight with two quotes for you to consider, dear Void, instead of a song:
"It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities."
"It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live."
- Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore
Good night.
Let's talk about more fun stuff, shall we? Like...LONDON. I cannot, CANNOT wait to go. I'm already starting to have really crazy thoughts like moving there permanently when I graduate if I like it enough. I know, crazy right? But the thing is, no one actually thinks it's crazy...which is actually awesome. I seriously expected everyone to be like "Whoa, whoa, whoa, Allison. Slow it down. Think realistically." But I guess the truth of the matter is, living in London one day is realistic. I could do it. I'm tired of saying "Oh that's something I'd hear about someone doing." I want to BE the person doing it! And I WILL be. I'm also thinking of doing some sort of volunteer work next summer...which is definitely something very new. I know, I know, right about now you're saying to yourself "But wait, Allison loves Disney and may NOT be going back to Florida for an alumni program??" And yes, I've had some thoughts similar to that as well. But the reality of the situation is that I need to keep some options open. Plus, when else will you have the opportunity to go all these fantastic places other than while you're in college (and *ahem* still on your parents insurance, phone plan, etc, etc). Right now I'm looking into Africa (Cape Town). Don't misconstrue the reason why I want to volunteer. I'm not sure where all of these feelings of compassion and sympathy are coming from, but I hear about all the terrible natural disasters, or impoverished countries and I feel so sad, and feel like I could make a difference. Hopefully I will get the opportunity to.
Going back to London...I've heard from several different, non connected sources that celebrity sightings are quite common, as the BU dorms are situated in a very nice neck of the woods. Since then, I've been going a bit batty over possibly meeting or even seeing Colin Firth or Hugh Grant on the street. I absolutely love, love, love them! And don't even get me started if I see JK Rowling...oh man. I may actually faint. Okay, maybe that's a lil dramatic. Sometimes I labor under the delusion that I meet her randomly in the street and she is so charmed by my silly Americanness and witty intelligence that she invites me to have a cup of tea with her. But then again, it is a delusion. I try to think of what I would even say. I think it's definitely imperative to thank her emphatically, from the bottom of my heart, for the creation of Harry Potter. I honestly don't know who I would be today if it wasn't for the Boy Who Lived. The books brought my friends from high school and I together, and helped keep us together through many troubling times. Even now, I've shared so many amazing experiences with people who are now some of my best friends because of Harry Potter. So thanking is definitely a must. I should probably have some answers to common questions she may ask prepared as well...favorite character? Hmmm now that one's varied over time. I still think Hermione is mine though, closely followed by Sirius and Dumbledore. (On a quick aside - my computer's spell check did not try to tell me that Sirius OR Dumbledore was spelled wrong. Win.) Favorite book? Definitely Prisoner of Azkaban. I was so unhappy with the interpretation Alfonso Curan took with the movie that it almost ruined it for me, though. Actually, I like Prisoner of Azkaban, Goblet of Fire, and Order of the Phoenix. Maybe it's because those were the key three that I had the chance to read while my best friends and I were becoming close (we went to the release party for 5, and I think 6). I don't know though. I just took a momentary break to watch JK's interview with Oprah and learned a few key things. 1) She lives in Edinburgh, Scotland with her family. 2) She is an incredibly thoughtful and down to earth person. 3) She loves the readers of the Harry Potter books more than anything else from the phenomenon. I do hope to one day meet her, and I hope at that time I will be blessed with the good gift of blasphemy so as to explain to her just what an effect her imagination has had on my life.
Seeing as it is now 12:40am and I did absolutely no homework tonight, I am going to sleep in the hopes of waking early enough to be diligently engaged with it in the morning.
I'll end tonight with two quotes for you to consider, dear Void, instead of a song:
"It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities."
"It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live."
- Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore
Good night.
Friday, October 22, 2010
Torn
I'm torn between feeling beautiful...feeling that I am beautiful...and the person I see in photos or in the mirror. I don't feel like that person sometimes. I feel like so much more than that. I wish the world could see me the way I see me.
I don't expect, or even hope, to find anyone who appreciates me. I know people say you find what you look for, but honestly, I've been looking for years, and everyone who does appreciate me is not eligible. What else can I do? I've stopped caring what others think, but that doesn't stop me from wanting something more. It is possible to want without hope...I feel like such a pessimist. And the worst part is that all I'm thinking about is what anyone who read this would think. How awful is that? I hate it. I don't understand where these bad places I get into come from. It's so sudden too. I don't understand.
Going to a party at Josh's tonight. Not planning on drinking. Hopefully it'll make me feel better.
Don't give up
It's just the weight of the world
When your heart's heavy
I, I will lift it for you.
I don't expect, or even hope, to find anyone who appreciates me. I know people say you find what you look for, but honestly, I've been looking for years, and everyone who does appreciate me is not eligible. What else can I do? I've stopped caring what others think, but that doesn't stop me from wanting something more. It is possible to want without hope...I feel like such a pessimist. And the worst part is that all I'm thinking about is what anyone who read this would think. How awful is that? I hate it. I don't understand where these bad places I get into come from. It's so sudden too. I don't understand.
Going to a party at Josh's tonight. Not planning on drinking. Hopefully it'll make me feel better.
Don't give up
It's just the weight of the world
When your heart's heavy
I, I will lift it for you.
Thursday, October 21, 2010
What does it mean when someone is copying your life?
I truthfully never imagined this.
Do you remember way back when I told you about my hopeless situation as the best friend wanting to be something more? Don't get all excited...nothing happened to further advance that ridiculousness, but I have to tell you that this particular individual and I have definitely gotten much closer than anticipated. And yes, the title says it all. He is copying my life. I know it's not intentional, but it's happening all the same. It started with Disney, and having the ambition to work there at the end of our college careers, but I suppose that's not really copying. Well, alright, maybe none of it is copying per say, but that's what it feels like. Then all of a sudden we were applying for the College Program and going the same semester, him for just the spring, me for the spring and summer. He eventually extended his program into the summer as well. Now we're back at school and I applied and was accepted to London for next semester. But wait, what does he tell me two days before the deadline to apply? He's keeping his options open and is applying to go to London next semester. BUT WAIT. Now today he started...wait for it...his own blog. Not even a blog for stupid silly stuff either, a legitimate blog, just like mine. It is IMPOSSIBLE that he reads mine or even knows about it...and besides it's on a different website.
But still. It's starting to be uncanny how many aspects of our life overlap, and it really doesn't make sense to me. Then again, our relationship never has to me. It can't be explained by definitive answers, formulas or equations, and that is what I hate about it. I can't put a label on it, and that's what makes it scary to me.
Okay, granted, it would be fun (and reassuring) to know someone abroad, because right now, there's no one I really know. I just wish my feelings for him weren't so complicated, because I'm always afraid they'll return in full force which causes me to be guarded nearly all the time, and it's exhausting.
It's time to sleep. I'll think about this more tomorrow. For now...
Do you remember way back when I told you about my hopeless situation as the best friend wanting to be something more? Don't get all excited...nothing happened to further advance that ridiculousness, but I have to tell you that this particular individual and I have definitely gotten much closer than anticipated. And yes, the title says it all. He is copying my life. I know it's not intentional, but it's happening all the same. It started with Disney, and having the ambition to work there at the end of our college careers, but I suppose that's not really copying. Well, alright, maybe none of it is copying per say, but that's what it feels like. Then all of a sudden we were applying for the College Program and going the same semester, him for just the spring, me for the spring and summer. He eventually extended his program into the summer as well. Now we're back at school and I applied and was accepted to London for next semester. But wait, what does he tell me two days before the deadline to apply? He's keeping his options open and is applying to go to London next semester. BUT WAIT. Now today he started...wait for it...his own blog. Not even a blog for stupid silly stuff either, a legitimate blog, just like mine. It is IMPOSSIBLE that he reads mine or even knows about it...and besides it's on a different website.
But still. It's starting to be uncanny how many aspects of our life overlap, and it really doesn't make sense to me. Then again, our relationship never has to me. It can't be explained by definitive answers, formulas or equations, and that is what I hate about it. I can't put a label on it, and that's what makes it scary to me.
Okay, granted, it would be fun (and reassuring) to know someone abroad, because right now, there's no one I really know. I just wish my feelings for him weren't so complicated, because I'm always afraid they'll return in full force which causes me to be guarded nearly all the time, and it's exhausting.
It's time to sleep. I'll think about this more tomorrow. For now...
Rushing and racing
and running in circles
Moving so fast, I'm forgetting my purpose
Blur of the traffic is sending me spinning
Getting nowhere
My head and my heart are colliding, chaotic
Pace of the world
I just wish I could stop it
Try to appear like I've got it together
I'm falling apart
Save me
Somebody take my hand, and lead me
Slow me down
Don't let love pass me by
Just show me how
'Cause I'm ready to fall
Slow me down
Don't let me live a lie
Before my life flys by
I need you to slow me down
Sometimes I fear that I might dissapear
In the blur of fast forward I faulter again
Forgetting to breathe, I need to sleep
I'm getting nowhere
All that I've missed I see in the reflection
Passed me while I wasn't paying attention
Tired of rushing, racing and running
I'm falling apart
Tell me
Oh won't you take my hand and lead me
Slow me down
Don't let love pass me by
Just show me how
'Cause I'm ready to fall
Slow me down
Don't let me live a lie
Before my life flys by
I need you to slow me down
Just show me
I need you to slow me down
The noise of the world is getting me caught up
Chasing the clock and I wish I could stop it
Just need to breathe, somebody please
Slow me down
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Thrills and Chills
I just gave myself a bit of a thrill...I cut my hair for the first time. And not just a little snip. I cut bangs in. It was a good few inches. It was so liberating to see all the dark hair just drop right into the trash can...I'm beginning to sound like Summer from (500) Days of Summer.
It's getting closer and closer to Halloween. I love this time of year, and all the sights and smells associated with it. I just wish I didn't have to do work during it. I just hate homework. Right now I'm working on overhauling an Othello essay. It's going well...I think. I hope. It definitely has a lot more focus now...I just don't know though. And I waited too long to begin revising it...but at the same time I started it much earlier than I would have in the past, so I guess that's a small sort of accomplishment. I just would like to be done with it.
I haven't left my room all day. Took a "mental health day/catch up day". I'm trying to stay focused on that...but at the same time it's really hard when you've got so many projects to work on. At least the only really big one is to finish revising this paper. Other than that I have to finish reading Heart of Darkness and Great Expectations by Thursday, and study for a finance quiz tomorrow, but I think I'll do that tomorrow morning. So for today, I think I'm going to try to finish overhauling the paper...then I can look at it again tomorrow to make sure it's what I want. I'll also do some reading (Heart of Darkness first because I have a quiz on it on Thursday) and look at the London Programme website...oh yeah! I was officially accepted into the London Internship Programme for next semester!!
LONDON! I am so excited! I spent some time today looking through my friend's pictures from when she went to London this past summer and it looks like she had an amazing time! I can't wait to do that. I CAN'T WAIT. I'm already sick of BU...is that sad? :/ London seems so much more interesting! I really can't wait to go. I'm hoping to get a couple more dresses before I do...I love wearing dresses, and it seems like London is the place to reinvent yourself. At least I feel like I'll be able to. Who knows. I guess I'll find out.
Alright, back to the grind! I just have to think about the fact that this paper is on Othello, which was written by Shakespeare, who's from England...yeah...that's it.
A foggy day
In London town
Had me low
Had me down
I viewed the morning
With such alarm
British museum
Had lost its charm
How long I wonder
Could this thing last
But the age of miracles
Hadn't past
For suddenly
I saw you there
And through a foggy London town
The sun was shining
Everywhere!
It's getting closer and closer to Halloween. I love this time of year, and all the sights and smells associated with it. I just wish I didn't have to do work during it. I just hate homework. Right now I'm working on overhauling an Othello essay. It's going well...I think. I hope. It definitely has a lot more focus now...I just don't know though. And I waited too long to begin revising it...but at the same time I started it much earlier than I would have in the past, so I guess that's a small sort of accomplishment. I just would like to be done with it.
I haven't left my room all day. Took a "mental health day/catch up day". I'm trying to stay focused on that...but at the same time it's really hard when you've got so many projects to work on. At least the only really big one is to finish revising this paper. Other than that I have to finish reading Heart of Darkness and Great Expectations by Thursday, and study for a finance quiz tomorrow, but I think I'll do that tomorrow morning. So for today, I think I'm going to try to finish overhauling the paper...then I can look at it again tomorrow to make sure it's what I want. I'll also do some reading (Heart of Darkness first because I have a quiz on it on Thursday) and look at the London Programme website...oh yeah! I was officially accepted into the London Internship Programme for next semester!!
LONDON! I am so excited! I spent some time today looking through my friend's pictures from when she went to London this past summer and it looks like she had an amazing time! I can't wait to do that. I CAN'T WAIT. I'm already sick of BU...is that sad? :/ London seems so much more interesting! I really can't wait to go. I'm hoping to get a couple more dresses before I do...I love wearing dresses, and it seems like London is the place to reinvent yourself. At least I feel like I'll be able to. Who knows. I guess I'll find out.
Alright, back to the grind! I just have to think about the fact that this paper is on Othello, which was written by Shakespeare, who's from England...yeah...that's it.
A foggy day
In London town
Had me low
Had me down
I viewed the morning
With such alarm
British museum
Had lost its charm
How long I wonder
Could this thing last
But the age of miracles
Hadn't past
For suddenly
I saw you there
And through a foggy London town
The sun was shining
Everywhere!
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Reminiscing
Feeling very nostalgic today. Currently listening to the You're A Good Man Charlie Brown soundtrack and remembering the amazing time I had portraying Sally Brown. Sometimes I miss high school more than I thought I would. I remember feeling absolutely and completely comfortable in the chorus room, and in the auditorium. It was crazy...I had so, so, so many good times in that auditorium. The Secret Garden, Anything Goes, Grease, 42nd Street, You're A Good Man Charlie Brown, Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dream Coat, and The Case of the Smuggling Ship. Seven amazing shows, and four amazing leading roles. I was so fortunate. Currently I remember having an amazing time being about 4 years old and pretending I knew everything about philosophies.
In high school I felt on top of the world. I was smart, teachers loved me, I had amazing friends and an amazing voice. The music department was my life. I loved every minute of it, even those minutes that weren't great. Sometimes I wish I could go back and relive a day, or a week even. Sometimes I wish I had appreciated it more while I was at that place in my life.
Well, that's all for now.
In my eyes are Valentines
And Easter eggs
And New Years wine,
But when my heart finds Christmas,
My eyes will shine like new.
All the days are kind to me,
And fall too far behind to see,
And when my heart finds Christmas,
I hope it finds you too.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Oh will you just shut up already?
I am SO sick of girls talking about how they eat WAY too much and how all the food here sucks. News flash. IT DOESN'T. YOU'RE JUST A SNOBBY VEGETARIAN. "I had a some pineapple and a banana and a piece of bread and a cookie...and I just ate WAY too much! Ugh!" .........really? First of all, there is virtually NO protein in that. Second, pineapple, bananas and bread are NOT bad for you. And also NOT a meal. And you know what? Cookies aren't that bad either. As long as you don't eat the whole package, it's fine. Just shut up. SHUT UP. I'm tired of listening to you complain all the time.
You know what, while you're at it, can you stop taking everything I say and turning it into something that you don't like, something that your sister likes more than you (yeah, that's demoralizing), or looking to your "best friend" before saying "Yeah, I don't really like ______, it's not really my thing." which CLEARLY means "Wow, you like that? You're cool...not." Oh and the whole calling each other "best friends" 17 times throughout the course of the night tends to make the others with you *ahem* your OTHER roommate *ahem* a little uncomfortable, and hurts her feelings. Just saying. Rant over.
I'm starting to get a bit overwhelmed with life. I'm torn between being stuck in school and in the working world, and it's weird. And I'm not doing as well in my English classes as I hoped to, and I don't know why. Maybe it's because I'm not putting in enough effort? But the problem is, I didn't used to have to, so now that apparently I do, it's annoying :/
Well, I've got to go to sleep. I'll talk to you soon, dear Void.
Oh, and sorry this was such a pessimistic post. I'm just in that frame of mind tonight, despite having a great networking event tonight.
Just give it time
It's gonna get better
Now is not forever at all
Just give it time
Everything changes
Tomorrow comes today will be gone
Everything's gonna be fine
Just give it time, give it time
It's gonna get better
Now is not forever at all
Just give it time
Everything changes
Tomorrow comes today will be gone
Everything's gonna be fine
Just give it time, give it time
Sunday, October 10, 2010
What a crazy week. Literally crazy. I was so busy. So much happened...where do I even start?
Well, maybe I should start with the observation that the lives of many people I know seem to be struggling, even crumbling down around them, while mine seems to be on an upward path. It's awkward to talk about with these people...I don't always know what to say because I don't want to sound like I'm gloating or being arrogant. I've been doing the best I can to give advice when asked and listen when someone needs to talk, but it's also getting a bit exhausting. I don't know what to do.
In other news (although with my track record, does it really count as news?), Sicilia's Pizza Boy is not a winner. I haven't heard from him since the last message I sent, which was definitely mid week. Why do I even get my hopes up anymore? Wait, let's go further. Why are almost all movies, songs and stories about love? Don't directors, songwriters and authors ever realize that there are people out there who have had enough of these idealized situations? They probably do, and don't care, because love sells. I'm just sick of it. It's getting to the point where it physically hurts when things don't work out. I try so hard, and get trampled in return, and then I feel embarrassed for even thinking that someone would like me back...I mean it's never happened. Sure people have liked me, but it's never gone anywhere. I suppose that's my fault too.
I think I could be satisfied alone...following my dreams. I might get kind of lonely, but I could just keep traveling and meeting more new people. I love making new friends from all walks of life, so I could get to the point where I have a lot of friends and don't feel lonely right? I have to believe it's possible. I even wish I was like Jane Austen. She never married, and it's only suspected that she was in love once, but she at least wrote her characters the ending that she wished for herself and never got. At the moment, at least, I'm not even that optimistic. Isn't that sad? I know, I know, I'm just whining. You probably think I'm pretty annoying by now, but honestly, I'm past the point of caring. This is my thought-keeper, and I'm going to write what I want. I spend way too much time caring what other people are going to think about what I write, what I look like, what I wear, what I say...and I'm tired of it. So this is the one place where I don't care. I'm going to say what I like, and you can't stop me, and nothing you say will make me feel bad.
Maybe I have to get to be like Belle...you know from Beauty and the Beast. "I want adventure in the great wide somewhere...I want it more than I can tell. And for once it might be grand, to have someone understand...I want so much more than they've got planned." In a sense I am like her. I know people don't really believe I'll be really successful at Disney, even if they don't come out and say it. Sure, it's a long shot. But I've got dreams, and I know that I'll make it. It's where I belong, at least that's what I feel right now. Despite the fact that it's in a place where only one season prevails, and I will miss the fall and winter, and it's far away from my family...it's the one place in the world where I felt so happy. I was making magic for people, and so many people I worked with got it. What's it? Well, it is...it. You either get it or you don't. And it's not something I can describe. I guess the best I can do is say you know when you're really passionate about the way something should be done, or a life philosophy or something, and no one really gets your point of view, and then you meet someone who says what you're thinking before you can say it yourself? That's it. They get it. It is sort of like a Japanese character...there are some that can't be translated into English. That's it.
Alright, dear Void. I need to talk to one of my best friends, who, coincidentally, has guys throwing themselves at her. Awesome.
Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy
Sunshine in my eyes can make me cry
Sunshine on the water looks so lovely
Sunshine almost always makes me high
If I had a day that I could give you
I’d give to you a day just like today
If I had a song that I could sing for you
I’d sing a song to make you feel this way
Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy
Sunshine in my eyes can make me cry
Sunshine on the water looks so lovely
Sunshine almost always makes me high
If I had a tale that I could tell you
I’d tell a tale sure to make you smile
If I had a wish that I could wish for you
I’d make a wish for sunshine all the while
Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy
Sunshine in my eyes can make me cry
Sunshine on the water looks so lovely
Sunshine almost always makes me high
Sunshine almost all the time makes me high
Sunshine almost always
Well, maybe I should start with the observation that the lives of many people I know seem to be struggling, even crumbling down around them, while mine seems to be on an upward path. It's awkward to talk about with these people...I don't always know what to say because I don't want to sound like I'm gloating or being arrogant. I've been doing the best I can to give advice when asked and listen when someone needs to talk, but it's also getting a bit exhausting. I don't know what to do.
In other news (although with my track record, does it really count as news?), Sicilia's Pizza Boy is not a winner. I haven't heard from him since the last message I sent, which was definitely mid week. Why do I even get my hopes up anymore? Wait, let's go further. Why are almost all movies, songs and stories about love? Don't directors, songwriters and authors ever realize that there are people out there who have had enough of these idealized situations? They probably do, and don't care, because love sells. I'm just sick of it. It's getting to the point where it physically hurts when things don't work out. I try so hard, and get trampled in return, and then I feel embarrassed for even thinking that someone would like me back...I mean it's never happened. Sure people have liked me, but it's never gone anywhere. I suppose that's my fault too.
I think I could be satisfied alone...following my dreams. I might get kind of lonely, but I could just keep traveling and meeting more new people. I love making new friends from all walks of life, so I could get to the point where I have a lot of friends and don't feel lonely right? I have to believe it's possible. I even wish I was like Jane Austen. She never married, and it's only suspected that she was in love once, but she at least wrote her characters the ending that she wished for herself and never got. At the moment, at least, I'm not even that optimistic. Isn't that sad? I know, I know, I'm just whining. You probably think I'm pretty annoying by now, but honestly, I'm past the point of caring. This is my thought-keeper, and I'm going to write what I want. I spend way too much time caring what other people are going to think about what I write, what I look like, what I wear, what I say...and I'm tired of it. So this is the one place where I don't care. I'm going to say what I like, and you can't stop me, and nothing you say will make me feel bad.
Maybe I have to get to be like Belle...you know from Beauty and the Beast. "I want adventure in the great wide somewhere...I want it more than I can tell. And for once it might be grand, to have someone understand...I want so much more than they've got planned." In a sense I am like her. I know people don't really believe I'll be really successful at Disney, even if they don't come out and say it. Sure, it's a long shot. But I've got dreams, and I know that I'll make it. It's where I belong, at least that's what I feel right now. Despite the fact that it's in a place where only one season prevails, and I will miss the fall and winter, and it's far away from my family...it's the one place in the world where I felt so happy. I was making magic for people, and so many people I worked with got it. What's it? Well, it is...it. You either get it or you don't. And it's not something I can describe. I guess the best I can do is say you know when you're really passionate about the way something should be done, or a life philosophy or something, and no one really gets your point of view, and then you meet someone who says what you're thinking before you can say it yourself? That's it. They get it. It is sort of like a Japanese character...there are some that can't be translated into English. That's it.
Alright, dear Void. I need to talk to one of my best friends, who, coincidentally, has guys throwing themselves at her. Awesome.
Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy
Sunshine in my eyes can make me cry
Sunshine on the water looks so lovely
Sunshine almost always makes me high
If I had a day that I could give you
I’d give to you a day just like today
If I had a song that I could sing for you
I’d sing a song to make you feel this way
Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy
Sunshine in my eyes can make me cry
Sunshine on the water looks so lovely
Sunshine almost always makes me high
If I had a tale that I could tell you
I’d tell a tale sure to make you smile
If I had a wish that I could wish for you
I’d make a wish for sunshine all the while
Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy
Sunshine in my eyes can make me cry
Sunshine on the water looks so lovely
Sunshine almost always makes me high
Sunshine almost all the time makes me high
Sunshine almost always
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Jane Eyre
Well, the title sums it up. I'm supposed to be writing a paper on Jane Eyre right now discussing whether the conflicts raised in the novel are resolved at the end of the novel...basically discussing resolution at the end of the novel. It's due tomorrow, and - me being me - I haven't started it yet. Why? That's a really great question. The million dollar one, actually. It doesn't make sense. I'm an English minor. Shouldn't I want to write papers? Technically. I liked Jane Eyre. Actually, I love the book. I think it's fabulous. It's more of an easy read than Austen's works, which is a fact I've been pondering for days. But let's talk about Jane Eyre and resolution, shall we? Maybe I'll be able to kill two birds with one stone...
So, have you read Jane Eyre, dear Void? My guess is no, so let's recap. Basically, it is an autobiography of one Jane Eyre, a governess who lived in Victorian England. The novel documents Jane's life from her childhood at age 10 until after her marriage at the end of the novel. Ahhhh, marriage, yes, you've touched on a truly vitally important theme in Jane Eyre. When I say marriage, it does sound like resolution, doesn't it? Happily ever after? Well, that's what I'd like to think, and I think that's what Charlotte Bronte (the real author of Jane Eyre...after all Jane is fictional) would have really desired for Jane, but is that what Jane really gets at the end? Throughout the novel two major themes present themself through Jane's recollection: the desire to be loved, and the fear of losing autonomy and individuality. They're intense subjects. I, myself, struggle with the two on a daily basis...even more frequently than that. All Jane has ever wanted, as she admits to Helen Burns while at Lowood is to be loved and truly appreciated by another person, for she has never experienced it for herself. Jane grew up in a household filled with love and doting, that which was bestowed upon her cousins, and not on her. The attention Jane received was sparse, and the nature was abusive, physically, psychologically and emotionally. Presumably, Jane's longing to be loved comes from the fact that she received nothing of the sort as a child, but then again, the neglect and abuse also helped her discover that she wants anything but to be controlled or contained. Jane is a very strong minded woman living in the Victorian period, a trait not possessed by many women living then. Her life circumstance brings her to work at Thornfield Hall, where she meets one Mr. Rochester, a passionate older gentleman who is her master. One doesn't need to read the novel to know that Jane and Mr. Rochester do fall in love, but it is interesting that Jane does leave him on the day of their wedding. Oh, Bertha Rochester, what an interesting character you are. Why are you in the novel? Are you simply a plot enhancement to make for a more exciting and mysterious storyline, or are there deeper motivations? I've heard many interpretations. Bertha can be a symbol; a symbol for Jane's alter ego, a symbol of what women become when they are caged, a symbol of the social view of the Creole race.
But I think I have digressed. Fast forward to the end of the novel. If you haven't read Jane Eyre, and plan to, don't read on. So I think I can safely say that the end of the novel begins when Jane leaves Moorhead and returns to Thornfield. She has just inherited and dispersed evenly among her newly recognized cousins her fortune of 20,000 pounds which places her on a much more equal footing with Mr. Rochester. Upon returning to Thornfield, she finds it in ruins after a large fire. She is told by Mrs. Fairfax that Mr. Rochester now lives deep within the woods, and that he hastened to get everyone out of Thornfield before himself, but in the process lost his left hand and has been blinded. Jane is also informed about the cause of the fire being Bertha, and that despite attempts to save her, she committed suicide by jumping off the roof. Jane ventures into the woods to find Mr. Rochester and, upon finding him, pretends to be a servant before revealing her true identity.
DONE!
Now, I know you don't know this, but I just spend the past 2 hours writing the actual paper instead of mashed up thoughts on in this thought-keeper. Aren't you lucky? You only had to endure just so much of my literary ramblings.
Just a quick update on the love field...still no word from potential Sicilia's Boy. I DO know that he is planning on staying in Boston this weekend...so I have hope.
One last thing...just heard the commuter rail horn. Pretending it's the Polar Express. "Ticket please."
Children sleeping
Snow is softly falling.
Dreams are calling
Like bells in the distance.
We were
Dreamers
Not so long ago...
But one by one we
All had to grow up.
When it seems the magic's slipped away...
We find it all again on Christmas Day.
Believe in what your heart is saying
Hear the melody that's playing
There's no time to waste,
There's so much to celebrate.
Believe in what you feel inside,
And give your dreams the wings to fly,
You have everything you need
If you just believe.
So, have you read Jane Eyre, dear Void? My guess is no, so let's recap. Basically, it is an autobiography of one Jane Eyre, a governess who lived in Victorian England. The novel documents Jane's life from her childhood at age 10 until after her marriage at the end of the novel. Ahhhh, marriage, yes, you've touched on a truly vitally important theme in Jane Eyre. When I say marriage, it does sound like resolution, doesn't it? Happily ever after? Well, that's what I'd like to think, and I think that's what Charlotte Bronte (the real author of Jane Eyre...after all Jane is fictional) would have really desired for Jane, but is that what Jane really gets at the end? Throughout the novel two major themes present themself through Jane's recollection: the desire to be loved, and the fear of losing autonomy and individuality. They're intense subjects. I, myself, struggle with the two on a daily basis...even more frequently than that. All Jane has ever wanted, as she admits to Helen Burns while at Lowood is to be loved and truly appreciated by another person, for she has never experienced it for herself. Jane grew up in a household filled with love and doting, that which was bestowed upon her cousins, and not on her. The attention Jane received was sparse, and the nature was abusive, physically, psychologically and emotionally. Presumably, Jane's longing to be loved comes from the fact that she received nothing of the sort as a child, but then again, the neglect and abuse also helped her discover that she wants anything but to be controlled or contained. Jane is a very strong minded woman living in the Victorian period, a trait not possessed by many women living then. Her life circumstance brings her to work at Thornfield Hall, where she meets one Mr. Rochester, a passionate older gentleman who is her master. One doesn't need to read the novel to know that Jane and Mr. Rochester do fall in love, but it is interesting that Jane does leave him on the day of their wedding. Oh, Bertha Rochester, what an interesting character you are. Why are you in the novel? Are you simply a plot enhancement to make for a more exciting and mysterious storyline, or are there deeper motivations? I've heard many interpretations. Bertha can be a symbol; a symbol for Jane's alter ego, a symbol of what women become when they are caged, a symbol of the social view of the Creole race.
But I think I have digressed. Fast forward to the end of the novel. If you haven't read Jane Eyre, and plan to, don't read on. So I think I can safely say that the end of the novel begins when Jane leaves Moorhead and returns to Thornfield. She has just inherited and dispersed evenly among her newly recognized cousins her fortune of 20,000 pounds which places her on a much more equal footing with Mr. Rochester. Upon returning to Thornfield, she finds it in ruins after a large fire. She is told by Mrs. Fairfax that Mr. Rochester now lives deep within the woods, and that he hastened to get everyone out of Thornfield before himself, but in the process lost his left hand and has been blinded. Jane is also informed about the cause of the fire being Bertha, and that despite attempts to save her, she committed suicide by jumping off the roof. Jane ventures into the woods to find Mr. Rochester and, upon finding him, pretends to be a servant before revealing her true identity.
DONE!
Now, I know you don't know this, but I just spend the past 2 hours writing the actual paper instead of mashed up thoughts on in this thought-keeper. Aren't you lucky? You only had to endure just so much of my literary ramblings.
Just a quick update on the love field...still no word from potential Sicilia's Boy. I DO know that he is planning on staying in Boston this weekend...so I have hope.
One last thing...just heard the commuter rail horn. Pretending it's the Polar Express. "Ticket please."
Children sleeping
Snow is softly falling.
Dreams are calling
Like bells in the distance.
We were
Dreamers
Not so long ago...
But one by one we
All had to grow up.
When it seems the magic's slipped away...
We find it all again on Christmas Day.
Believe in what your heart is saying
Hear the melody that's playing
There's no time to waste,
There's so much to celebrate.
Believe in what you feel inside,
And give your dreams the wings to fly,
You have everything you need
If you just believe.
Monday, October 4, 2010
You've Got Mail
Believe it or not, one of my all time favorite movies is on right now. Coincidentally, it's also part of the reason why I write this thought-keeper. I like writing for the sake of writing...despite the fact that I don't have anyone to write to, like they do in the movie. Hopefully I will one day.
So, new developments in the ever changing world of love...after feeling more sad than anticipated over the thought that Guy from Sicilia's forgot about me, I spoke with a good friend over the matter. She encouraged me to send him a private message, just one last time, because I have nothing to lose. And she's right. So I did, and he responded within the hour. He was planning to go away, but I reminded him that it was a three day weekend in my original message and he said he may stay because of that...but honestly that didn't make a lot of sense to me...if it was a long weekend, wouldn't you want to go home more because you have more time to spend there? Confusing...but guys generally are. It was then the debate over what to respond back.
Now I also decided to confide in two other friends, guy and a girl, both single (the good friend who gave me advice before has been well versed in relationships and is in a longterm, long distance relationship right now). So, I told them the whole story. They gave me advice about a response as well. I decided on something short and sweet, but still managed to give my number. We'll see how it goes...I'm not getting my hopes up...I'm trying to just be neutral, which is almost impossible.
Something else has caught my attention as well, or I should say, someone else: the guy friend I mentioned earlier. We walked home together and spent the vast majority of the time talking about relationships, and being, quite frankly, totally honest with each other, which is something new for me. I don't generally like to broadcast how inexperienced I am. It was refreshing to talk with a guy about relationships and not feel anything but friendship for them.
Well, I really must stop procrastinating, dear Void.
So, new developments in the ever changing world of love...after feeling more sad than anticipated over the thought that Guy from Sicilia's forgot about me, I spoke with a good friend over the matter. She encouraged me to send him a private message, just one last time, because I have nothing to lose. And she's right. So I did, and he responded within the hour. He was planning to go away, but I reminded him that it was a three day weekend in my original message and he said he may stay because of that...but honestly that didn't make a lot of sense to me...if it was a long weekend, wouldn't you want to go home more because you have more time to spend there? Confusing...but guys generally are. It was then the debate over what to respond back.
Now I also decided to confide in two other friends, guy and a girl, both single (the good friend who gave me advice before has been well versed in relationships and is in a longterm, long distance relationship right now). So, I told them the whole story. They gave me advice about a response as well. I decided on something short and sweet, but still managed to give my number. We'll see how it goes...I'm not getting my hopes up...I'm trying to just be neutral, which is almost impossible.
Something else has caught my attention as well, or I should say, someone else: the guy friend I mentioned earlier. We walked home together and spent the vast majority of the time talking about relationships, and being, quite frankly, totally honest with each other, which is something new for me. I don't generally like to broadcast how inexperienced I am. It was refreshing to talk with a guy about relationships and not feel anything but friendship for them.
Well, I really must stop procrastinating, dear Void.
Saturday, October 2, 2010
The Power of a Lie
I always get ahead of myself. I don't think it's a bad thing...I think I just want it so much that I can't help myself. I thought I was doing so well...
So you're probably wondering what I'm talking about. Well, three guesses, it's part of the three rules stated previously about myself. No, not about Disney. Nope, not college either (but I suppose that is a factor just because, well, it's hard to separate college from anything while you're in it). Yes, you guessed it (finally, good job.): love.
I've been talking to a guy on facebook (juvenile, I know). We met once, and I decided after that meeting that he was definitely a good, fun loving, attractive guy that I would like to get to know. However, I fell subject to the patterns of immature female and made some bad choices. I thought, though, that I had salvaged what I had sabotaged so far, but alas, I think not. The biggest mistake was made exactly one week ago. I went out with a few girlfriends to an a cappella party, which ended up being pretty fun until it was busted up by the cops, but not before all of them had quite a lot to drink. It also happened to be one of their birthday's, so needless to say there was a lot of alcohol. I didn't drink a lot at all. I was not drunk, not even buzzed. After the party was busted up, we decided to go to a pizzeria which was open until 2am just to hang out for a while. I'd actually never been to this pizzeria, but it's quite nice because it was just renovated. Anyways, that's beside the point. We walk in, there's not a lot of people there at all (well it was about 1 in the morning), so we select a booth and are being quite loud and frankly annoying. I won't deny that I was enjoying myself. It was fun to just hang out, even if I wasn't drunk. A couple of the girls went to get pizza or to use the restroom, leaving just me and my roommate there for a minute. I gazed out over the rest of the restaurant just on a whim and there he was sitting across the room, drinking some coffee and reading. It was the guy. Well, I wigged out. I turned to my roommate (who had also met him under the same circumstance and at the same time I had) and she read my mind, and began wigging out too. Immediately, I wanted to go over and say hello, but she protested adamantly, claiming she was too drunk and it would make her look bad. At this point, I should have not given a flying fuck what impression she would give, because ultimately, only one of us would "get him" in the end, and after all, you've always got to be on your game. Plus, what we did next was just awful, and really, really creepy. We didn't go over, or I should say, I didn't go over and say anything to him. We just giggled and watched him all night. The worst part was, he was watching us too. And it didn't help that at about quarter to two the owners of the pizzeria brought over a HUGE slice of cheesecake for the birthday girl and we made a HUGE scene. What are we, in high school? I feel like such an ass. And I can't even do anything about it. There's absolutely nothing I can do to change that night, and I hate it. I regret it. And I don't regret a lot.
So fast forward to Thursday. I finally pluck up the courage to friend him on facebook, with a disclaimer message attached. This is where I start becoming, apparently, delusional. He accepted my friend request, and immediately wrote on my wall. He had thought that he saw me and my friend at the pizzeria last Saturday night and wondered if he was right. I feel awful...AWFUL...about what ensues next. I consult many different sources to determine what to say in response. I wanted to tell him the truth...isn't that always the recommended course of action?...but ended up telling a downright lie. I felt a bit better as we began talking a little, but then the responses became less insightful to the point where it's been almost a day and he hasn't responded, and he's been on facebook.
So, once again, I screwed up, probably beyond repair. I don't even know what I would do to fix this stupid, ridiculous, rude and downright immature situation. I feel so horrible. I don't know if I feel more horrible about the way I acted or about the fact that I probably screwed something up that could have actually been something real, instead of stupid catty relationships. Okay, alright, so the relationships with my girlfriends aren't catty, we're pretty close, but they have a lot of growing up to do still, and I'm still vulnerable to peer pressure...I'm better at representing my own ideas, but not as strong as I want to be.
So, dear Void, what should I do? Should I let this situation just pass, thinking of it bittersweetly as a possibility that could have been something? Should I tell him what an ass I've been? If I do tell him, will it scare him off? I can see that happening...I've done similar things in the past and had bad results, but I hate lying. I just hate it. I feel...dirty. Or something. Lying is more detrimental to the liar than to the person being lied to, especially in circumstances such as this.
For now, I suppose, I'll just have to hope. I don't know what I wait for...I should just make a decision...or maybe this is my decision...taking the first option and smiling when the bitter taste hits my taste buds.
Where has that old friend gone
Lost in a February song
Tell him it won't be long
Till he opens his eyes, opens his eyes
Where is that simple day
Before colors broke into shades
And how did I ever fade
Into this life, into this life
And I never want to let you down
Forgive me if I slip away
When all that I've known is lost and found
I promise you I, I'll come back to you one day....
Morning is waking up
And sometimes it's more than just enough
When all that you need to love
Is in front of your eyes,
It's in front of your eyes.
And I never want to let you down
Forgive me if I slip away
Sometimes it's hard to find my ground
Cause I keep on falling , as I try to get away
from this crazy world.
And I never want to let you down
Forgive me if I slip away
When all that I've known is lost and found
I promise you I, I'll come back to you one day
Where has that old friend gone
Lost in a February song
Tell him it won't be long
Till he opens his eyes, opens his eyes.
So you're probably wondering what I'm talking about. Well, three guesses, it's part of the three rules stated previously about myself. No, not about Disney. Nope, not college either (but I suppose that is a factor just because, well, it's hard to separate college from anything while you're in it). Yes, you guessed it (finally, good job.): love.
I've been talking to a guy on facebook (juvenile, I know). We met once, and I decided after that meeting that he was definitely a good, fun loving, attractive guy that I would like to get to know. However, I fell subject to the patterns of immature female and made some bad choices. I thought, though, that I had salvaged what I had sabotaged so far, but alas, I think not. The biggest mistake was made exactly one week ago. I went out with a few girlfriends to an a cappella party, which ended up being pretty fun until it was busted up by the cops, but not before all of them had quite a lot to drink. It also happened to be one of their birthday's, so needless to say there was a lot of alcohol. I didn't drink a lot at all. I was not drunk, not even buzzed. After the party was busted up, we decided to go to a pizzeria which was open until 2am just to hang out for a while. I'd actually never been to this pizzeria, but it's quite nice because it was just renovated. Anyways, that's beside the point. We walk in, there's not a lot of people there at all (well it was about 1 in the morning), so we select a booth and are being quite loud and frankly annoying. I won't deny that I was enjoying myself. It was fun to just hang out, even if I wasn't drunk. A couple of the girls went to get pizza or to use the restroom, leaving just me and my roommate there for a minute. I gazed out over the rest of the restaurant just on a whim and there he was sitting across the room, drinking some coffee and reading. It was the guy. Well, I wigged out. I turned to my roommate (who had also met him under the same circumstance and at the same time I had) and she read my mind, and began wigging out too. Immediately, I wanted to go over and say hello, but she protested adamantly, claiming she was too drunk and it would make her look bad. At this point, I should have not given a flying fuck what impression she would give, because ultimately, only one of us would "get him" in the end, and after all, you've always got to be on your game. Plus, what we did next was just awful, and really, really creepy. We didn't go over, or I should say, I didn't go over and say anything to him. We just giggled and watched him all night. The worst part was, he was watching us too. And it didn't help that at about quarter to two the owners of the pizzeria brought over a HUGE slice of cheesecake for the birthday girl and we made a HUGE scene. What are we, in high school? I feel like such an ass. And I can't even do anything about it. There's absolutely nothing I can do to change that night, and I hate it. I regret it. And I don't regret a lot.
So fast forward to Thursday. I finally pluck up the courage to friend him on facebook, with a disclaimer message attached. This is where I start becoming, apparently, delusional. He accepted my friend request, and immediately wrote on my wall. He had thought that he saw me and my friend at the pizzeria last Saturday night and wondered if he was right. I feel awful...AWFUL...about what ensues next. I consult many different sources to determine what to say in response. I wanted to tell him the truth...isn't that always the recommended course of action?...but ended up telling a downright lie. I felt a bit better as we began talking a little, but then the responses became less insightful to the point where it's been almost a day and he hasn't responded, and he's been on facebook.
So, once again, I screwed up, probably beyond repair. I don't even know what I would do to fix this stupid, ridiculous, rude and downright immature situation. I feel so horrible. I don't know if I feel more horrible about the way I acted or about the fact that I probably screwed something up that could have actually been something real, instead of stupid catty relationships. Okay, alright, so the relationships with my girlfriends aren't catty, we're pretty close, but they have a lot of growing up to do still, and I'm still vulnerable to peer pressure...I'm better at representing my own ideas, but not as strong as I want to be.
So, dear Void, what should I do? Should I let this situation just pass, thinking of it bittersweetly as a possibility that could have been something? Should I tell him what an ass I've been? If I do tell him, will it scare him off? I can see that happening...I've done similar things in the past and had bad results, but I hate lying. I just hate it. I feel...dirty. Or something. Lying is more detrimental to the liar than to the person being lied to, especially in circumstances such as this.
For now, I suppose, I'll just have to hope. I don't know what I wait for...I should just make a decision...or maybe this is my decision...taking the first option and smiling when the bitter taste hits my taste buds.
Where has that old friend gone
Lost in a February song
Tell him it won't be long
Till he opens his eyes, opens his eyes
Where is that simple day
Before colors broke into shades
And how did I ever fade
Into this life, into this life
And I never want to let you down
Forgive me if I slip away
When all that I've known is lost and found
I promise you I, I'll come back to you one day....
Morning is waking up
And sometimes it's more than just enough
When all that you need to love
Is in front of your eyes,
It's in front of your eyes.
And I never want to let you down
Forgive me if I slip away
Sometimes it's hard to find my ground
Cause I keep on falling , as I try to get away
from this crazy world.
And I never want to let you down
Forgive me if I slip away
When all that I've known is lost and found
I promise you I, I'll come back to you one day
Where has that old friend gone
Lost in a February song
Tell him it won't be long
Till he opens his eyes, opens his eyes.
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