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::Dreaming Tree::
From the start
She knew she had it made
Easy up 'til then
For sure she'd make the grade
Adorers came in hordes
To lay down in her wake
She gave it all she had
But treasures slowly faded
Now she's falling hard
She feels the fall of dark
How did this fall apart
She drinks to fill it up
A smile of sweetest flowers
Wilted so and soured
Black tears stain the cheeks
That once were so admired
She thinks when she was small
There on her father's knee
How he had promised her
You'll always be my baby
Daddy come quick
The dreaming tree has died
I can't find my way home
There is no place to hide
The dreaming tree has died
Oh if I had the strength to
I would leave you up
To your own devices
Will you not talk
Can you take pity
I don't ask much
But won't you speak
Please
I'm going to be 17 tomorrow. I'll be starting senior year in a few months. And then I'm leaving. I'm still torn on colleges. I don't really want to go to FSU, but that's where I'll end up. I know it. No matter how much money USM offers me, my mom won't let me go there. You know, USM has sent me SO MUCH stuff. Like, I got a letter from them thanking ME for sending them my test scores! I haven't heard a peep from FSU. And I know FSU is bigger, and probably really great for music, but I'm now thinking that majoring in English or Lit. would be more fun. I'm GOOD at that. But if I play in the bands at USM, I could still get a chunk of my tuition paid for. Really, I just need to get my ass into gear and learn new octaves and minor scales and REALLY work on improv. Learn the blues scales and shit. But I just like the feeling that I'm getting from USM. It's like, they want me. Which is stupid because they don't really know me. But I just want SOMETHING from FSU, you know? I want to feel wanted, baby! ;)
I bought Big Sur. I <3 it.(Big Sur is a book by Jack Kerouac. As well as a place on the coast of California. Google it.) KC's going to Big Sur in a couple of weeks. Well, actually he's going to Frisco, then heading down the coast to Big Sur, then taking a roadtrip back home. How very Kerouac-esque. Him and his buddys. And LOTS of booze. I want to do that next summer! Or go to Australia. Seeing how my plans for England have fallen through. Oh well, I'd rather go back to Byron for a couple of weeks anyway. And hit San Fran on the way back home. Visit for a week or so. Maybe meetup with KC, so he can show me all of the sights! Too bad dreams almost NEVER come true. :|
well.. dreams like that.
DEAR KATHRYN,
LOSE WEIGHT BEFORE BAND STARTS! THEN KEEP IT OFF. QUIT EATING SHIT AT THE BAKERY. IT'S MAKING YOU FAT!! START RUNNING/JOGGING/BIKING ONCE A WEEK! PLAY RACQUETBALL WITH MARIKA OR SOMETHING!
Love,
Your rapidly expanding gut.
Anyway, I'm going to bed. I find that I'm having real trouble getting out of bed in the morning. Like, I laid in bed for thirty minutes this morning. I didn't move. I stared at the ceiling and listened to the sprinklers. Then my mom opened the door, and I shut my eyes really quick and tried to pretend that I was still asleep, and it didn't work. She then yelled at me to get up, and I rolled over and laid there for 15 more minutes and was late to work. I have a feeling that this will repeat if I don't do something. Maybe I'll jog in the morning! I did that during FCAT week! For a day, because then I got in the accident with Max. And that stopped my running for a little while. ;) But it was really refreshing to jog in the morning and then take a shower afterwards. It wakes you up. Alright.. I'm done.
-Kathryn out
From the start
She knew she had it made
Easy up 'til then
For sure she'd make the grade
Adorers came in hordes
To lay down in her wake
She gave it all she had
But treasures slowly faded
Now she's falling hard
She feels the fall of dark
How did this fall apart
She drinks to fill it up
A smile of sweetest flowers
Wilted so and soured
Black tears stain the cheeks
That once were so admired
She thinks when she was small
There on her father's knee
How he had promised her
You'll always be my baby
Daddy come quick
The dreaming tree has died
I can't find my way home
There is no place to hide
The dreaming tree has died
Oh if I had the strength to
I would leave you up
To your own devices
Will you not talk
Can you take pity
I don't ask much
But won't you speak
Please
I'm going to be 17 tomorrow. I'll be starting senior year in a few months. And then I'm leaving. I'm still torn on colleges. I don't really want to go to FSU, but that's where I'll end up. I know it. No matter how much money USM offers me, my mom won't let me go there. You know, USM has sent me SO MUCH stuff. Like, I got a letter from them thanking ME for sending them my test scores! I haven't heard a peep from FSU. And I know FSU is bigger, and probably really great for music, but I'm now thinking that majoring in English or Lit. would be more fun. I'm GOOD at that. But if I play in the bands at USM, I could still get a chunk of my tuition paid for. Really, I just need to get my ass into gear and learn new octaves and minor scales and REALLY work on improv. Learn the blues scales and shit. But I just like the feeling that I'm getting from USM. It's like, they want me. Which is stupid because they don't really know me. But I just want SOMETHING from FSU, you know? I want to feel wanted, baby! ;)
I bought Big Sur. I <3 it.(Big Sur is a book by Jack Kerouac. As well as a place on the coast of California. Google it.) KC's going to Big Sur in a couple of weeks. Well, actually he's going to Frisco, then heading down the coast to Big Sur, then taking a roadtrip back home. How very Kerouac-esque. Him and his buddys. And LOTS of booze. I want to do that next summer! Or go to Australia. Seeing how my plans for England have fallen through. Oh well, I'd rather go back to Byron for a couple of weeks anyway. And hit San Fran on the way back home. Visit for a week or so. Maybe meetup with KC, so he can show me all of the sights! Too bad dreams almost NEVER come true. :|
well.. dreams like that.
DEAR KATHRYN,
LOSE WEIGHT BEFORE BAND STARTS! THEN KEEP IT OFF. QUIT EATING SHIT AT THE BAKERY. IT'S MAKING YOU FAT!! START RUNNING/JOGGING/BIKING ONCE A WEEK! PLAY RACQUETBALL WITH MARIKA OR SOMETHING!
Love,
Your rapidly expanding gut.
Anyway, I'm going to bed. I find that I'm having real trouble getting out of bed in the morning. Like, I laid in bed for thirty minutes this morning. I didn't move. I stared at the ceiling and listened to the sprinklers. Then my mom opened the door, and I shut my eyes really quick and tried to pretend that I was still asleep, and it didn't work. She then yelled at me to get up, and I rolled over and laid there for 15 more minutes and was late to work. I have a feeling that this will repeat if I don't do something. Maybe I'll jog in the morning! I did that during FCAT week! For a day, because then I got in the accident with Max. And that stopped my running for a little while. ;) But it was really refreshing to jog in the morning and then take a shower afterwards. It wakes you up. Alright.. I'm done.
-Kathryn out