life is good
i'd taken three advil and it was only 12:30
but i am happy.
my life is nothing like what i could make it.... but i am happy.
this winter is disproving my theory that i got seasonally depressed. this is the best winter ive had in years....
all in all im wonderfully content.
i went to the Bright Eyes concert last saturday. bought his new album "i'm wide awake, it's morning" its rather folky - i love it anyway
i think i'm going to go and pick up the black album next week... it came out today.
im going out for a friends friends birthday tomorrow night.. it will be more forced pleasentness. but we're having indian. I'm going out for duck with some prospective friends on thursday... (immany accompanied me to the brigt eyes concert... he didn't even know who they were and his girlfriend had backed out... but he still came because he didn't want me to hae to go alone... i think i have myself a new friend... i even got a hug at the end of the night) apparently duck is amazingly good
im going skiing with gillian and tony on saturday. g's my roomate and tony is her father and my dad's friend - i'm really excited, i got new skiis for christmas. it will be more carefully portrayed pleasentry but im really excited.
i love my roomate. gillian is being so good to me. last night id finished reading something and went into the tv room, lay down beside her and snuggled up under her arm. she draped her arm around my back and tangled her legs with mine.
that was the most comfortable i've been in a long time.
i'm really going to miss her.
shes leaving me in may.
i need to find a new roomate... but i got sooooo lucky with gillian. im scared what that luck had bought me.
i miss you all.
"Bowl Of Oranges"
The rain, it started tapping on the window near my bed. There was a loophole in my dreaming,
so I got out of it. And to my surprise my eyes were wide and already open.
Just my nightstand and my dresser where those nightmares had just been.
So I dressed myself and left then, out into the gray streets.
But everything seemed different and completely new to me.
The sky, the trees, houses, buildings, even my own body.
And each person I encountered, I couldn't wait to meet.
I came upon a doctor who appeared in quite poor health.
I said "there is nothing I can do for you, you can't do for yourself."
He said "Oh yes you can. Just hold my hand. I think that would help."
So I sat with him a while and then I asked him how he felt.
He said, "I think I'm cured. No, in fact, I'm sure of it.
Thank you Stranger, for your therapeutic smile."
So that is how I learned the lesson that everyone's alone.
And your eyes must do some raining if you are ever going to grow.
But when crying don't help and you can't compose yourself.
It is best to compose a poem, an honest verse of longing or simple song of hope.
That is why I'm singing...
Baby don't worry cause now I got your back. And every time you feel like crying,
I'm gonna try and make you laugh. And if I can't, if it just hurts too bad,
then we will wait for it to pass and I will keep you company
through those days so long and black.
And we'll keep working on the problem we know we'll never solve
Of Love's uneven remainders, our lives are fractions of a whole.
But if the world could remain within a frame like a painting on a wall.
Then I think we would see the beauty.
Then we would stand staring in awe at our still lives posed like a bowl of oranges,
like a story told by the fault lines and the soil.
but i am happy.
my life is nothing like what i could make it.... but i am happy.
this winter is disproving my theory that i got seasonally depressed. this is the best winter ive had in years....
all in all im wonderfully content.
i went to the Bright Eyes concert last saturday. bought his new album "i'm wide awake, it's morning" its rather folky - i love it anyway
i think i'm going to go and pick up the black album next week... it came out today.
im going out for a friends friends birthday tomorrow night.. it will be more forced pleasentness. but we're having indian. I'm going out for duck with some prospective friends on thursday... (immany accompanied me to the brigt eyes concert... he didn't even know who they were and his girlfriend had backed out... but he still came because he didn't want me to hae to go alone... i think i have myself a new friend... i even got a hug at the end of the night) apparently duck is amazingly good
im going skiing with gillian and tony on saturday. g's my roomate and tony is her father and my dad's friend - i'm really excited, i got new skiis for christmas. it will be more carefully portrayed pleasentry but im really excited.
i love my roomate. gillian is being so good to me. last night id finished reading something and went into the tv room, lay down beside her and snuggled up under her arm. she draped her arm around my back and tangled her legs with mine.
that was the most comfortable i've been in a long time.
i'm really going to miss her.
shes leaving me in may.
i need to find a new roomate... but i got sooooo lucky with gillian. im scared what that luck had bought me.
i miss you all.
"Bowl Of Oranges"
The rain, it started tapping on the window near my bed. There was a loophole in my dreaming,
so I got out of it. And to my surprise my eyes were wide and already open.
Just my nightstand and my dresser where those nightmares had just been.
So I dressed myself and left then, out into the gray streets.
But everything seemed different and completely new to me.
The sky, the trees, houses, buildings, even my own body.
And each person I encountered, I couldn't wait to meet.
I came upon a doctor who appeared in quite poor health.
I said "there is nothing I can do for you, you can't do for yourself."
He said "Oh yes you can. Just hold my hand. I think that would help."
So I sat with him a while and then I asked him how he felt.
He said, "I think I'm cured. No, in fact, I'm sure of it.
Thank you Stranger, for your therapeutic smile."
So that is how I learned the lesson that everyone's alone.
And your eyes must do some raining if you are ever going to grow.
But when crying don't help and you can't compose yourself.
It is best to compose a poem, an honest verse of longing or simple song of hope.
That is why I'm singing...
Baby don't worry cause now I got your back. And every time you feel like crying,
I'm gonna try and make you laugh. And if I can't, if it just hurts too bad,
then we will wait for it to pass and I will keep you company
through those days so long and black.
And we'll keep working on the problem we know we'll never solve
Of Love's uneven remainders, our lives are fractions of a whole.
But if the world could remain within a frame like a painting on a wall.
Then I think we would see the beauty.
Then we would stand staring in awe at our still lives posed like a bowl of oranges,
like a story told by the fault lines and the soil.