and if only you could see into me
i went to the zoo. nice zoo, large and accurate habitats for the animals--and most of the animals looked rather happy (the others looked like they were just napping).
my uncle scott, who none of you remember, even if you've met him, because he is my uncle...
anyway, my uncle scott... fell off of a waterfall in waipio and broke himself up. it was big drama (he had to be airlifted out of there and for a long while everyone was afraid he was going to die--luckily, some EMT just happened to be wandering by, and my aunt is a nurse...) but he'll be okay with some surgery. I sort of went on about this to Kat on le telephone tonight, but I figured typing it would help purge this bad bad feeling I have from it. I can't grieve because he isn't dying. I can just be happy that he is healing. I'm sad about his hurting, though. my mother told me this whole story in disgustingly painful detail, so I had no choice but to create this image in my mind of him tumbling limply, hitting sharp rocks over and over with excessive force until he was bleeding and unconscious at the bottom of a deep pool of water. THANKS mother. I would have been a little more okay if she had just outlined the accident and the outcome.
anyway. thats whats on my mind.
I like otters.
oh, and ***LIZ***
isn't a big deal, but john had beachwood sparks singing "by your side" on his winamp playlist, and i was sitting here in this trance for ten minutes trying to figure out why it was so familiar...until it HIT me that you and mr.peter have By Your Side by Sade as *your* song. so i downloaded sade's 'by your side'. and it makes me sort of sad and happy at once. the end.
my uncle scott, who none of you remember, even if you've met him, because he is my uncle...
anyway, my uncle scott... fell off of a waterfall in waipio and broke himself up. it was big drama (he had to be airlifted out of there and for a long while everyone was afraid he was going to die--luckily, some EMT just happened to be wandering by, and my aunt is a nurse...) but he'll be okay with some surgery. I sort of went on about this to Kat on le telephone tonight, but I figured typing it would help purge this bad bad feeling I have from it. I can't grieve because he isn't dying. I can just be happy that he is healing. I'm sad about his hurting, though. my mother told me this whole story in disgustingly painful detail, so I had no choice but to create this image in my mind of him tumbling limply, hitting sharp rocks over and over with excessive force until he was bleeding and unconscious at the bottom of a deep pool of water. THANKS mother. I would have been a little more okay if she had just outlined the accident and the outcome.
anyway. thats whats on my mind.
I like otters.
oh, and ***LIZ***
isn't a big deal, but john had beachwood sparks singing "by your side" on his winamp playlist, and i was sitting here in this trance for ten minutes trying to figure out why it was so familiar...until it HIT me that you and mr.peter have By Your Side by Sade as *your* song. so i downloaded sade's 'by your side'. and it makes me sort of sad and happy at once. the end.