any dream will do
I've been having many reminiscences lately. They are usually good, like earlier today when I was thinking about being in choir back in 5th grade. We got to sing in the high school musical, and I remember thinking that the hs kids were like gods. They were so much older than us, and were so incredibly amazing at everything- singing, acting, being adults. Now, looking back at it, it's kind of funny to realize that they were only students like me. Only a few years older.
Tonight I was helping Carolyn write an ode of love, for her tin pan music class. Or something like that. Tin pan alley to swing and jazz... hehe. Yeah and I rock. Alas, it was only simple poetry, some cheesy love poem to an unknown lover. I'll put it in here actually, bc I want to. And I'm sure Carolyn wouldn't mind...
All my life, I've been searching for someone just like you
It's as if all my childhood fantasies have come true
It's you, my darling, it's you
I've searched far and I've searched wide for the one who fits best
And until I met you, I couldn't let myself rest
It's you, my darling, it's you
When I'm feeling crazed, when I think I'm lost
Feeling so dazed, my vision filled with frost
I dream of you as time goes by, of my one wish coming true
To gaze into your laughing eyes, those eyes so bright and so blue
My neverending love for you has only just begun
When my leaves begin to wilt, you will be my glowing sun
It's you, my darling, it's you
That was it. How do you like it? Well it doesn't matter if you like it or not, because we had a good time writing it. And then we talked about rocks. You rock, rock. I used to love rocks when I was young. I picked up all the bright white ones or all the shiny, smooth, perfectly round ones, or good flat skipping stones, or just really big rocks, as big as I could carry, or even the ones that crumble after a while. All because I loved to collect things, and rocks were there for the collecting. Now I'm learning again (I did a little bit back in 9th grade) about what kind of rock something is. On Friday, I'll be going on a field trip to the beach to look at rocks, for my geo lab. That is, if it doesn't rain. I'd be a little disappointed if we didn't go, but it would be okay, because all the rocks we're going to look at are probably all derived from granite anyway, and who likes granite? C'mon now. Be serious. Anywho, back to the whole collection thing, last summer I had to get rid of a lot of my collected things. Cleaning out the bedroom I had lived in for the past 11 years was by no means an easy task. I had to throw away things like my rocks and other precious collectibles. It was like I had an addiction growing up, a tendency to save my memories in tangible objects or organic matter like rocks.
Now on a completely different tangent..
This past weekend (I don't remember exactly when it was), I had a different thought. About my life, and how wonderful it really is. Sure I might have ups and downs, but that's only in daily life, not in the whole shebang. I'm really lucky to be able to travel around the world. I have so many opportunities at hand, I'm not sure which to take and which to pass by and leave for the next person. I talked to my advisor today about these sorts of things, and he told me that I can do anything if I plan it right. So I'm trying to plan a second study abroad, possibly in South America, or maybe in Asia. Or Africa? I don't even know where to start, but I'll figure something out. And then I'm also thinking about what I'm going to do after college, because I know I want to go to grad school, but do I want to join the Peace Corps first, or after I'm done with school? There's always too many choices for me. (This is a good thing and bad all at once, but more good than bad.)
I almost fell down the hole by my bed the other night. Just thought I'd let you know. It was quite amusant. Je suis amusante? Justine can tell me if I messed that up horribly. But it's ok if I did. =)
Well this is getting horrendously long, so I'll end it here. Hope you enjoyed. ;)
Tonight I was helping Carolyn write an ode of love, for her tin pan music class. Or something like that. Tin pan alley to swing and jazz... hehe. Yeah and I rock. Alas, it was only simple poetry, some cheesy love poem to an unknown lover. I'll put it in here actually, bc I want to. And I'm sure Carolyn wouldn't mind...
All my life, I've been searching for someone just like you
It's as if all my childhood fantasies have come true
It's you, my darling, it's you
I've searched far and I've searched wide for the one who fits best
And until I met you, I couldn't let myself rest
It's you, my darling, it's you
When I'm feeling crazed, when I think I'm lost
Feeling so dazed, my vision filled with frost
I dream of you as time goes by, of my one wish coming true
To gaze into your laughing eyes, those eyes so bright and so blue
My neverending love for you has only just begun
When my leaves begin to wilt, you will be my glowing sun
It's you, my darling, it's you
That was it. How do you like it? Well it doesn't matter if you like it or not, because we had a good time writing it. And then we talked about rocks. You rock, rock. I used to love rocks when I was young. I picked up all the bright white ones or all the shiny, smooth, perfectly round ones, or good flat skipping stones, or just really big rocks, as big as I could carry, or even the ones that crumble after a while. All because I loved to collect things, and rocks were there for the collecting. Now I'm learning again (I did a little bit back in 9th grade) about what kind of rock something is. On Friday, I'll be going on a field trip to the beach to look at rocks, for my geo lab. That is, if it doesn't rain. I'd be a little disappointed if we didn't go, but it would be okay, because all the rocks we're going to look at are probably all derived from granite anyway, and who likes granite? C'mon now. Be serious. Anywho, back to the whole collection thing, last summer I had to get rid of a lot of my collected things. Cleaning out the bedroom I had lived in for the past 11 years was by no means an easy task. I had to throw away things like my rocks and other precious collectibles. It was like I had an addiction growing up, a tendency to save my memories in tangible objects or organic matter like rocks.
Now on a completely different tangent..
This past weekend (I don't remember exactly when it was), I had a different thought. About my life, and how wonderful it really is. Sure I might have ups and downs, but that's only in daily life, not in the whole shebang. I'm really lucky to be able to travel around the world. I have so many opportunities at hand, I'm not sure which to take and which to pass by and leave for the next person. I talked to my advisor today about these sorts of things, and he told me that I can do anything if I plan it right. So I'm trying to plan a second study abroad, possibly in South America, or maybe in Asia. Or Africa? I don't even know where to start, but I'll figure something out. And then I'm also thinking about what I'm going to do after college, because I know I want to go to grad school, but do I want to join the Peace Corps first, or after I'm done with school? There's always too many choices for me. (This is a good thing and bad all at once, but more good than bad.)
I almost fell down the hole by my bed the other night. Just thought I'd let you know. It was quite amusant. Je suis amusante? Justine can tell me if I messed that up horribly. But it's ok if I did. =)
Well this is getting horrendously long, so I'll end it here. Hope you enjoyed. ;)