Woo!

Barenaked Ladies - Be my Yoko Ono

If there's someone you can live without, then do so.
And if there's someone you can just shove out, do so.

You can be my Yoko Ono
You can follow me wherever I go
Be my, be my, be my Yoko Ono.

isn't it beautiful to see two people so much in love?
Barenaked as two virgins hand in hand and hand and hand in glove.
Now that I'm far away it doesn't seem to me to be such a pain.
To have you hanging off my ankle like some kind of ball and chain.

You can be my Yoko Ono (ooooo wooa)
You can follow me wherever I go
Be my, be my, be my Yoko Ono.

Oh no, here we go, our life is just one big pun.
Oh no, here we go as Yoko sings:
Aieeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

I know that when I say this
I may be stepping on pins and needles.
But I don't like all these people
slagging her for breaking up the Beatles.
(Don't blame it on Yokey!)
if I was John and you were Yoko,
I would gladly give up musical genius,
just to have you as my very own, personal Venus.
(Hit it!)

Be my, be my, be my Yoko Ono.
You can be my Yoko Ono
You can follow me wherever I go
Be my, be my, be my Yoko Ono.


It's great when you think something is someone else's fault, and therefore you can't change it BUT THEN you discover it was you, and everything falls into place! I just needed to give things a bit more effort, and stop being like the duck that waits for bread to be thrown into its beak!

Today was great, after I saw Bridget was doing good, I had no worries!

Romans 7, 15-24

Where is Bridget??

What I do, I do not understand. For I do not do what I want, but I do what I hate.
Now if I do what I do not want, I concur that the law is good.
So now it is no longer I who do it, but sin that dwells in me.
For I know that good does not dwell in me, that is, in my flesh. The willing is ready at hand, but doing the good is not.
For I do not do the good I want, but I do the evil I do not want.
Now if I do what I do not want, it is no longer I who do it, but sin that dwells in me.
So, then, I discover the principle that when I want to do right, evil is at hand.
For I take delight in the law of God, in my inner self,
but I see in my members another principle at war with the law of my mind, taking me captive to the law of sin that dwells in my members.
Miserable one that I am! Who will deliver me from this mortal body?

Oh bother

Frou Frou - Breathe In

I read you and God I'm good at it I'm so spot on
Chord shapes in air go press that dissonance if you dare
And you breathing in finesse an innocent
From her partying

And I'm high enough from all the waiting
To ride a wave on your inhaling
And I'm high enough from all the waiting
To ride a wave on your inhaling
'Cause I love you no?
Can't help but love, you know...

What part of no don't you understand I've told you before
To just get off my case this isn't happening stop this now
And I where was I? I have to be somewhere
Now where did I put it?

And I'm high enough from all the waiting
To ride a wave on your inhaling
And I'm high enough from all the waiting
To ride a wave on your inhaling
'Cause I love you no?
Can't help but love you, no...

Is this it is this it is this it?

Yes hello we're back and we're taking calls
Now what was the question?

And I'm high enough from all the waiting
To ride a wave on your inhaling
And I'm high enough from all the waiting
To ride a wave on your inhaling
'Cause I love you no?
Can't help but love you, no...

It’s a real shame my best friend and boyfriend hate each other, but it’s not like I can do anything a-boot it (and I’d do anything but get involved at the moment!). Their disagreements are all over stupid stuff too, no reason for it really… actually I have my own ideas about what’s *really* causing it, but I keep those between me and my teddy bear.

It is a bit annoying though, but I can’t cry over everything. I guess they can work it out if they want to... just as long as no one blames me! ^_^' Maybe they should just chill out.

Blood and Tears - no Sweat?

I hiked gradually down low into the dell of frustration, and stood on the edge of a precipice to take a picture. There was an informational tourist sign that read “Abyss of ‘I’m such a horrible person’ was discovered in 1873 by famous explorer Bangsie Emo. It continues to wear away on itself, and no solution can be found to its self-deterioration which creates an even larger pit of darkness. It is home to such creatures as Unfound Guilt and the spotted variety of Self Hatred. Please do not throw objects or self over ledge.”

I spotted some WhyShoudlIfeelSorrys flying around the edge.

I decided my feelings were acceptable as they were one of the disagreeable traits found in all humans. But that didn’t make me feel any better, but at the same time I surprisingly felt no need to apologize. Nearby I spotted Irritability, Delusions of Grandeur, and Irrationality.

Er..

Tired at the Day Spa

No Bridget, no Andy, not even an Amy, and only three other white girls. No music, no sleep, no pool, no good food, but plenty of latinos to wake me up at 5:00 with their eye-makeup. Missing Max, wishing for Bridget and Diana, spending my free time isolated and reading. It was the worst retreat so far.

But I knew how to make it better once I was finally home: talk with boyfriend, hot tea, hot bath, cold cucumbers, hot bubbles, over-priced body wash, deep conditioning, foot scrub, nap, and several facial masks composed of strange substances.

In other news:
I convinced my dad we should go to California for spring break, and hopefully I'll learn how to surf! I'm looking forward to school tomorrow; I can't wait to be all the way caught up with everything, and finally see people again!

Who's to say

I always feel a little sorry for the batter that you can’t scrape from the bowl. No matter how many times you try, there’s always a little bit left on the bottom or the side; it will never become what it could be… it will just get washed down the drain or licked by me. But who’s to say that’s not what it really wanted? Who can say anything about destiny or the afterlife? Er, after.. mixing.

Can you tell I’m sick? I didn't even get to eat any of those brownies.

Trading in my Eyebrows

Don't the hours grow shorter as the days go by
You never get to stop and open your eyes
One day you're waiting for the sky to fall
The next you're dazzled by the beauty of it all
When you're lovers in a dangerous time
Lovers in a dangerous time

These fragile bodies of touch and taste
This vibrant skin -- this hair like lace
Spirits open to the thrust of grace
Never a breath you can afford to waste
When you're lovers in a dangerous time
Lovers in a dangerous time

When you're lovers in a dangerous time
Sometimes you're made to feel as if your love's a crime --
But nothing worth having comes without some kind of fight --
Got to kick at the darkness 'til it bleeds daylight
When you're lovers in a dangerous time
Lovers in a dangerous time
And we're lovers in a dangerous time
Lovers in a dangerous time

“Your eyebrows…”

I was rocking back and forth in the chair, staring into his eyes with a kind crazy gleam. I knew what he was about to say and cut him off.

“If there’s anything I’m self-conscious about, David. It’s my eyebrows.” I went on to talk about them.

He was talking about his shoes, or maybe his socks and his senselessness seemed to make a great deal of sense to my sick mind.

Scott was sitting on Diana; everyone seemed to be talking very quickly. I looked out the window at the red sunset.

Blah

I am so bored; My entire being is filled with boredem. I must be boring. I need a change.

An offering to feed the sky

I would pass the day in a number of queer and eccentric moods, passing from one to the next, being completely opposite of the one that had come before.

So it was that when I did arrive home I was given to strange compulsions. The weather, perhaps, could reflect my temper best; wind blowing without constant direction, rain falling whenever and as much as it cared too, the sky moody with clouds but unable to completely hide the sunshine.

I raced into the kitchen and, upon finding the failed blueberry muffins from another day, took them into my arms and hastened to the backyard. Here I began tearing up the muffins, smashing them between my hands, and throwing them all about the basketball court so that the birds might find a strange platter of bread and blueberries to dine on later that afternoon.

And sure enough, in the bushes beyond they began to hop from one branch to another, curious and eager.

I ran back inside to watch.