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5/23/2003

Ssdd, for the most part. The dance that I've been planning for the past few months is finally hapening, and I'm very much aware of Murphy's Law. It's gonna be fun tho. My place is of the sun and this place is of the dark I do not feel the romance, I do not catch the spark My place is of the sun and this place is of the dark I do not feel the romance, I do not catch the spark I don't know when I noticed life was life at my expense The words of my heart lined up like prisoners on a fence The dreams came in like needy children, tugging at my sleeve I said I have no way of feeding you, so leave There was a time I asked my father for a dollar And he gave me a ten dollar raise I needed my mother and I called her And she stayed with me for days Now someone's on the telephone, desperate in his pain Someone's on the bathroom floor, doing her cocaine Someone's got his finger on the button in some room No one can convince me we aren't gluttons for our doom But I tried to make this place my placeĀ  I asked for Providence to smile upon me, with his sweet face But I'll tell you My place is of the sun and this place is of the dark I do not feel the romance, I do not catch the spark My place is of the sun and this place is of the dark (By grace my sight grows stronger) And I will not be a pawn (I will not be) for the prince of darkness any longer Maybe there's no haven in this world for tender age My heart beat like the wings of wild birds in a cage My greatest hope my greatest cause to grieve And my heart flew from it's cage, and it bled upon my sleeve The cries of passion were like wounds that needed heeling I couldn't hear them for the thunder I was half the naked distance between hell and heaven's ceiling And it almost pulled me under Now someone's on the telephone, desperate in his pain Someone's on the bathroom floor, doing her cocaine Someone's got his finger on the button in some room No one can convince me, we aren't gluttons for our doom But I tried to make this place my place I ask for Providence to smile upon me, with his sweet face But I tell you My place is of the sun and this place is of the dark I do not feel the romance, I do not catch the spark My place is of the sun and this place is of the dark (By grace my sight grows stronger) I do not feel the romance, I do not catch the spark (I can feel it growing stronger) My place is of the sun and this place is of the dark (By grace my sight grows stronger) And I will not be a pawn (I will not be) for the prince of darkness any longer "Prince of Darkness", Indigo Girls.
posted by Josiah  # 5/23/2003 09:56:00 AM

5/21/2003

A single snapshot, of her and a friend, laughing, smiling. The same smile that is stuck in his mind. The beatific look when she sees him. Is she pleased to see him because he's her friend, or because she sees him as something more? The signals are mixed and unclear. Another headache looms, and he quells it with more ibuprofen. Subtle shifts in her behavior, miniscule body language... Is she trying to tell him something, or is he reading way too deeply into nothing at all? Is there interest in her deep, beautiful eyes, or is that just wishful thinking? The only way to know for sure is to ask, and the thought is immediately grounded in the no-fly zone of fear and doubt. A younger girl in a red dress crosses his mind, quoting Shakespeare: "Hell... is murky..." Where did THAT come from? He rubs his eyes, and realizes how tired he is. Que Sera Sera and all, leave these worries for another day. He curls up on his bed and digs his face into the pillow. Another day... Tunes: "Here Comes The Sun", The Beatles; "Adrenaline", Gavin Rossdale; "3 AM", Matchbox 20.
posted by Josiah  # 5/21/2003 12:49:00 AM

5/18/2003

Checklist for this weekend: Watch "Matrix: Reloaded": Check. Watch original "Matrix" again: Check. Watch MST3K: Check. Get confirmed: Check. Go see O'Carolan's Daughters gig: Check. Work out last-minute details for next weekend's dance: In Progress. Memorize lines for class: In Progress. Beat EarthBound (again): In Progress. In the immortal words of James Brown, "I feel good!" Tunes: "Crash And Burn", Savage Garden; "Fly Away From Here", Aerosmith; "Round Here", Counting Crows.
posted by Josiah  # 5/18/2003 05:26:00 PM

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