...If living is seeing, I'm holding my breath...
Train-whistles, a sweet clementine
Blueberries, dancers in line
Cobwebs, a bakery sign
Ooooh - a sweet clementine
Ooooh - dancers in line
Ooooh ...
If living is seeing
I'm holding my breath
In wonder - I wonder
What happens next?
A new world, a new day to see
Ah, bjork... how I've missed you... How I've let my search for new and exciting music leave you behind in the dusty aftermath... and not just you... there are countless others: Tori, Kate, PJ....... all so sad. Hehehe... I picture them all on my various dusty CD shelves, talking to each other like the characters in Toy Story, about how they miss me, and they wish they could stop me from growing up and leaving them behind. Oh, and Sarah Mclachlan is there too, singing that "When Somebody Loved Me" song from the movie... how appropriate.
I'm reaching new levels of insanity every day. This is what going back to school at 22 does to you. No, scratch that, this is what being a musician and thus, going to school for that sole purpose, does to you.
So... went to brunch at "More than just Ice Cream" (which, I might add, sounds like a rather naughty title for a little parlor in the gayborhood) and then Outfest yesterday. Christian protesters are so silly. The guy on the megaphone said something about putting a penis into an anus and I cheered. I wasn't really listening, but that particular phrase caught me ear. There was this one cute little gay boy standing in from of all the protesters with a two-sided sign. On one side it said "Way to rain on our parade, Assholes" and on the other "Christians love to complain". It was a beautiful thing. Drag queens singing karaoke arrangements of "I've had the time of my life".... dykes singing "Give me that old time rock'n'roll" and "Love is a Battlefield".... ah Filthadelphia... how we love your gayfolk. Brett, Colin, and I also got to put Mark into a huge metal encaged ball and bowl with him. He looked like he was going to vommit, but all he was worried about was the fact that the helmet muffed up his little mohawk. Drinking "red-headed sluts" outside of Woody's and having to wait 15 minutes for an order of fries.... All in all, a fabulous time had by all.
And today it's back to school. Although, luckily, I have no tests of homework assignments to worry about today. I think I did pretty crappy on my last French exam though... poo..... and did I mention I got a solo in the choir concert? Rockin' on bitches...