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I read in the newspaper that today is supposed to be calculated to be the most depressing day of the year, when accounting sunlight, temperature, days from Xmas, etc.
I tend to agree.
I've been sad about a lot of things today. Especially Ashley leaving. She's like my sister, I love her. And it's going to be weird having her taken away from me just as we've been getting even closer lately. I really hope she has fun in Montreal, I wanna visit her sooo bad, if anyone has a car.
I was also sad that anyone could actually think Spongebob Squarepants would be turning kids gay. I thought that was hilarious when I was watching the news that the one lady from that Christian group announced to everyone at George W. Bush's inauguration party that Spongebob is turning your children gay and promoting homosexuality. Hello, being a gay man, I take offense to that. No gay guy would dress like that, and no gay guy would dance the insane ways he does. And no gay men wear tighty whities. Unless they're dorks.
And I was sad some more when I found a memory box of Dylan and I today. Just remembering him for a few minutes made me really lonely today. I miss him. A lot. Before we broke up he really treated me the way I had always wanted to be. I just always felt safe with him. Alone I really doubt my security sometimes, and it scares me.
But I question whether I miss him or if I just miss having someone. Oh well, things to think about as I finish my (also very saddening) homework.
I thought it was Easter time
the way the light rose
rose that morning
Lately you've been on my mind
You showed me the rope
ropes to climb
over mountains
and to pull myself
out of a landslide
of a landslide
I thought it was harvest time
You always loved the smell of wood burning
She with her honey hair
Dalhousie Castle
she would meet you there
In the winter
Butter yellow
The flames you stirred
Yes, you could stir
I raise a glass
Make a toast
A toast in your honor
I hear your laugh
and beg me not to dance
on your right standing by
is Mr. Bojangles
With a toast he's telling me it's time
To raise a glass
Make a toast
A toast in your honor
I hear you laugh and beg me not to dance
on your right standing by
is Mr. Bojangles
with a toast he's telling me it's time
To let you go
Let you go
I thought I'd see you again.
You say you might do
Maybe in a carving
in a cathedral
Somewhere in Barcelona.
Ciao
<3Marco