Erg. Nonsensical entry.
I'm not entirely sure whether or not today sucked.
I suppose not, all things considered. I mean, although I got yelled at for being five minutes late to work, I'm not trying to live through an Afghan winter in a tent with holes. And while my throat decided to go mucous-factory on me during an opera lesson, I'm not being oppressed by a facist regime.
{{Yet...}}
---But that's a story for another day. Point is, I'm sickish again and all I want to do is go to sleep. It's really only my system getting out what's left of that cold I had all last week, but c'mon. Hacking up snot wads onto a forty-year-old copy of "Deh Vieni Non Tardar" is not fun.
An upshot to all of this is that I now have a brand-new toothbush. We loves WalMart, yes precious.
Some fucker broke my newest tiara. Heads will roll. I think it was my sister. It's sitting under the monitor, with a little chunk of rhinestones lying next to it.
I have to call Sara and Joe tomorrow. I was going to today, but I crashed when I got home from work until we had to leave for lessons, and then Mom dragged us around on errands, and here I sit.
>>>>>
Watched Armageddon yesterday.
Cried at the end.
What the hell did you expect?
"So Many Stars"
The dawn is filled with dreams,
So many dreams.
Which one is mine?
One must be right for me.
Which dream of all the dreams,
When there's a dream for every star?
And there are oh, so many stars!
So many stars!
The wind is filled with songs,
So many songs.
Which one is mine?
One must be right for me.
Which song of all the songs,
When there's a song for every star?
And there are oh, so many stars!
So many stars!
Alone the countless days,
The endless nights
That I have searched;
So many eyes, so many hearts, so many smiles!
Which one to choose?
Which way to go?
How can I tell?
How will I know?
Out of oh, so many stars,
So many stars!
I suppose not, all things considered. I mean, although I got yelled at for being five minutes late to work, I'm not trying to live through an Afghan winter in a tent with holes. And while my throat decided to go mucous-factory on me during an opera lesson, I'm not being oppressed by a facist regime.
{{Yet...}}
---But that's a story for another day. Point is, I'm sickish again and all I want to do is go to sleep. It's really only my system getting out what's left of that cold I had all last week, but c'mon. Hacking up snot wads onto a forty-year-old copy of "Deh Vieni Non Tardar" is not fun.
An upshot to all of this is that I now have a brand-new toothbush. We loves WalMart, yes precious.
Some fucker broke my newest tiara. Heads will roll. I think it was my sister. It's sitting under the monitor, with a little chunk of rhinestones lying next to it.
I have to call Sara and Joe tomorrow. I was going to today, but I crashed when I got home from work until we had to leave for lessons, and then Mom dragged us around on errands, and here I sit.
>>>>>
Watched Armageddon yesterday.
Cried at the end.
What the hell did you expect?
"So Many Stars"
The dawn is filled with dreams,
So many dreams.
Which one is mine?
One must be right for me.
Which dream of all the dreams,
When there's a dream for every star?
And there are oh, so many stars!
So many stars!
The wind is filled with songs,
So many songs.
Which one is mine?
One must be right for me.
Which song of all the songs,
When there's a song for every star?
And there are oh, so many stars!
So many stars!
Alone the countless days,
The endless nights
That I have searched;
So many eyes, so many hearts, so many smiles!
Which one to choose?
Which way to go?
How can I tell?
How will I know?
Out of oh, so many stars,
So many stars!