Baby you can believe it, if it helps you to sleep, but singing works just fine for me.
.All summer long has been slow. It's an excellent change in pace, or it was at first, but one or two plans with somebody would make me very happy. Fair should be fun, and I'm looking forward to it with open arms. I've been lying on my bathroom floor a lot because the temperature of the tiles is much better than the temperature in my room, acceptable. I enjoy very much the great task of laying on my back in bed all day reading E.E. Cummings or making designs on my ceiling with my eyes... Thinking about how I need to hang out with Ashley, how weird it is that Marion and I became friends, how supportive Casey is, what an amazing person Joey is... Then falling asleep... Even reading Jude The Obscure isn't bad (considering it's homework). Summer is very fun, it's a very light season. And despite the burning desire to see a show (locally, at the coffee house or something) I think summer is going acceptably well. I have very few obligations, and one of those few is the obvious obligation to do nothing all day and all night, but for some reason stay up very late and sleep in very late, because it is summer after all and it is the least I can do as a student. I do wish, however, that there were a place of liquid in which I could swim. Now that would be the bees knees. Although I have to say, with all this lack of any real obligation, I miss work more and more.
I wish I could be out at dusk with somebody, just driving and listening to music, and not have to speak to anybody or think about anything... just have the window down and a good beat and just go somewhere... I sort of want to go to Adrienne's again
Take to the highway, won't you lend me your name.
Your way and my way seem to be one and the same...
Mama don't understand it.
She wants to know where I've been
I'd have to be some kind of natural born fool to ever pass that way again
But you know I can feel it, on a country road...
Sail on home to Jesus, won't you good girls and boys,
I'm all in peices, you can have your own choice,
But I can hear a heavenly band full of angles,
And they're coming to set me free,
I don't know nothing about the wild wind, but I can tell you it's bound to be,
Because I could feel it child, yea,
On a country road.
I guess my feet know where they want me to go,
Walkin' on a country road.
Take to the highway won't you lend me your name.
Your way and my seem to be one and the same child.
Mama don't understand it, she wants to know where I've been,
I'd have to be some sort of natural born fool,
I want to pass that way again,
But I can feel it,
On a country road,
Walk on down, walk on down,
Walk on down a country road.