woodland
Between school, responsibilities, work, homework, love and lack thereof, and sleep deprivation...I am so exhausted.
I'm going to start reading The Color Purple for my English class, has anyone read it? I've seen the movie and the movie was AMAZING.
My sister saw an episode on Oprah where she bought these things called Tennessee T-Cakes, so she ordered some for my mom and me. I am telling you...these things are THE best. They are so addictive. Like, I don't like muffins much or cakey things...but these things are almost to the point of being better than Heath bars and that's saying a lot for me.
Do you ever feel like life is just a continuation of the day before? I feel like I get up far too early just to shove coffee down my throat to plea my body to wake itself up, go from class to class, come home and go to work, only to run off and do homework until 1 am, sleep a few hours if I"m unlucky, then come back and do it again. I am so stressed out, and I've lost more weight. I guess I always felt this way before Cory, that my days were jsut something to get through until the next one. I mean, I have a lot of fun with my friends and I laugh a terrible amount...but it does not have the same zeal and I don't know if it's more abotu Cory or if it's more about someone amazing in general. Or someone I think is amazing at the time. I'm so accostumed to having that...extra getup during my day and now I don't have it. Does that make any sense? Come on, help me out people. Comments?
I've been doing really well in my English class so far...this excites me even though Mrs. King is so accentric. Is that a word?
Does anyone have The Shins CD?
What is the name of the job that picks out songs for movies?
Woodland
Hand in hand
We knew exactly where to go
I still long for that place
between the trees and the cerulean sky
The secrecy of lying there together
undisturbed, unaware, but very alive
speaking of our lives, speaking of our losses
or too caught up to speak at all
the way you would look at me
touch me, kiss me, the way you would love me
leave feeling more full than when we arrived
Oh how I long to visit that place with you
with the boy who once had brown and truth in his eyes
or did he simply take his leave?
along with the vitality of summer
that cradled my youth
I'm going to start reading The Color Purple for my English class, has anyone read it? I've seen the movie and the movie was AMAZING.
My sister saw an episode on Oprah where she bought these things called Tennessee T-Cakes, so she ordered some for my mom and me. I am telling you...these things are THE best. They are so addictive. Like, I don't like muffins much or cakey things...but these things are almost to the point of being better than Heath bars and that's saying a lot for me.
Do you ever feel like life is just a continuation of the day before? I feel like I get up far too early just to shove coffee down my throat to plea my body to wake itself up, go from class to class, come home and go to work, only to run off and do homework until 1 am, sleep a few hours if I"m unlucky, then come back and do it again. I am so stressed out, and I've lost more weight. I guess I always felt this way before Cory, that my days were jsut something to get through until the next one. I mean, I have a lot of fun with my friends and I laugh a terrible amount...but it does not have the same zeal and I don't know if it's more abotu Cory or if it's more about someone amazing in general. Or someone I think is amazing at the time. I'm so accostumed to having that...extra getup during my day and now I don't have it. Does that make any sense? Come on, help me out people. Comments?
I've been doing really well in my English class so far...this excites me even though Mrs. King is so accentric. Is that a word?
Does anyone have The Shins CD?
What is the name of the job that picks out songs for movies?
Woodland
Hand in hand
We knew exactly where to go
I still long for that place
between the trees and the cerulean sky
The secrecy of lying there together
undisturbed, unaware, but very alive
speaking of our lives, speaking of our losses
or too caught up to speak at all
the way you would look at me
touch me, kiss me, the way you would love me
leave feeling more full than when we arrived
Oh how I long to visit that place with you
with the boy who once had brown and truth in his eyes
or did he simply take his leave?
along with the vitality of summer
that cradled my youth