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I put in my contacts today. What an accomplishment! You have no idea.
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[22 Jun 2004|02:46am] |
' SULLEN GIRL '
Words & Music: Fiona Apple
Days like this, I don't know what to do with myself
All day -- and all night
I wander the halls along the walls and under my breath
I say to myself
I need fuel -- to take flight --
And there's too much going on
But it's calm under the waves, in the blue of my oblivion
Under the waves in the blue of my oblivion
Is that why they call me a sullen girl -- sullen girl
They don't know I used to sail the deep and tranquil sea
But he washed me shore and he took my pearl --
And left an empty shell of me
And there's too much going on
But it's calm under the waves, in the blue of my oblivion
Under the waves in the blue of my oblivion
Under the waves in the blue of my oblivion
It's calm under the waves in the blue of my oblivion
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[21 Jun 2004|01:05pm] |
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a long corrider of souls
gently brushing up against each other
passing quietly
grazing cold cement walls
paint peels in dampness
shadows play in loneliness
connecting with human life
sounds echo in the night
the essence of an earlier time
living in the present
calming the imbalance of
renewed subsistence
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[20 Jun 2004|04:32pm] |
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There are to many ordinary things in life...love shouldn't be one of them.
-Dream for an insomanic
When you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.
-When Harry Met Sally
All our young lives we search for someone to love, someone to make us complete. We choose partners and change partners. We dance to a song of heartbreak and hope, all the while wondering if somewhere, somehow, someone perfect is searching for us.
-The Wonder Years
Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are.
Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.
-- Captain Corelli's Mandolin
The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.
-- Moulin Rouge
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I am in a sappy mood today.....can't you tell!? :)
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[20 Jun 2004|03:47pm] |
This weekend I slept a lot. I really needed that. I watched Brokedown Palace, which I truely enjoyed. I love a movie that evokes such emotion in me. I love anything that does that. Yesterday I went to the Book Nook...possibly my favorite place ever. I'm such a geek. (happily...) Doug had to work today so we did not get to hang out after all. I went to lunch with Hope...it was kind of awkward. I don't feel as comfortable around her anymore. I don't know that I trust her.
The kids will start arriving at 6:00...
...I.am.not.ready...
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