Wednesday, June 04, 2008

i say a prayer with every heartbeat...

There's a boy I know. He's the one I dream of. Looks into my eyes. Takes me to the clouds above.

I went to Rebecca's dance recital the other night and it has me listening to all sorts of crazy music - like Whitney Houston and Rascal Flatts.

I think low rise jeans are of the devil.

I also think that boxes are fresh hungarian pastries are in cahoots (is that how you spell that word?) with low rise jeans.

I like to go out to dinner and use parts of my meal to depict certain people and tell stories.

I cannot wait for Bonnaroo.

These past few days have not been good. I've been busy and tired and am now on my third contact that isn't any better than the first two. I fell asleep at 7:30 last night and didn't wake up until 8am this morning. And I'm pretty sure I still feel tired. Ack.

I do have Netflix now and that seems promising.

I don't take most of the pictures I post on my blog. I just want that on the record. This is from a girl I found on flickr! Her name is Leslie and I like her pictures.

I just re-read this and realized it wasn't very uplifting. So, I will also give you a poem:
i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun's birthday;this is the birth
day of life and love and wings:and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any--lifted from the no
of all nothing--human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?

(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)


e.e. cummings

How will I know if he really loves me? I say a prayer with every heartbeat. I fall in love whenever we meet.

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