This can't be good...
I can't sleep, I'm watching The Bells of St. Mary's. Oh, and I won't be leaving on time tomorrow (today) for Yuma. I'm irate. Oh well.
I love Bing Crosby. I've always liked him, and I've always admired him, and watching The Bells of St. Mary's always makes me happy. There's something about those old 40's, 50's films that give me some kind of...happiness. It's a mix of assurance in myself, a family feeling, a want to settle down, and that feeling of being a kid again. But really, not of being a kid again, it just transports me back to being a kid. I've always wished I could live in the 40's or 50's, cavorting around and enjoying the, comparatively, simple life.
But then there's this weird sadness that mixes in with that happiness, the fact that I'll never know a simplicity like that. But...that's what makes things ever more beautiful, because I realize that though things may never go back to that earnest beauty, the happiness and joy that does come my way is worthwhile and blissful.
Blarg, I'm being so wimpy. But...I really love Bells and Bing.
Damian
I love Bing Crosby. I've always liked him, and I've always admired him, and watching The Bells of St. Mary's always makes me happy. There's something about those old 40's, 50's films that give me some kind of...happiness. It's a mix of assurance in myself, a family feeling, a want to settle down, and that feeling of being a kid again. But really, not of being a kid again, it just transports me back to being a kid. I've always wished I could live in the 40's or 50's, cavorting around and enjoying the, comparatively, simple life.
But then there's this weird sadness that mixes in with that happiness, the fact that I'll never know a simplicity like that. But...that's what makes things ever more beautiful, because I realize that though things may never go back to that earnest beauty, the happiness and joy that does come my way is worthwhile and blissful.
Blarg, I'm being so wimpy. But...I really love Bells and Bing.
Damian