August 4th, 2005


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so much to do, so little time.

i wish that there was some way that i could wave a magic wand and make something easier, ANYTHING easier, even if it was just for the house to be clean or bows to be put on favors.

i'm hoping that by brewing more coffee, it'll help to move me a bit quicker. the fact that it's supposed to hit 100 outside today and we don't have a) air conditioning or b) FANS, i'm sure that i'll be motivated until about 3 o'clock, at which point i'll be prepared to peel my skin off with a cheese grater in hopes i'll feel cooler.

and i suppose i should eat something. i keep forgetting to do that.

i'm HOPING to surprise the hell out of andrea by the time she gets back from the airport with her grandmother, that whatever i can accomplish will make things SO much easier for her. egads, i fear for that girl's sanity. after seeing everything she's been going through for a SMALL wedding, methinks i'll elope, unless my sinister plans for a big honkin medeival autumnal feast pans out, in which case, i'm sure it'll be a potluck. i've always been horrible at organizing things.

speaking of, this sunday? maybe. i had been talking about having a get-together, low key possibly board game night. i know of two people interested so far, anyone else? i'm still not overly sure if i'm prepared to organize it, seeing as i'll probably be organized out, so it might be a "everyone show up at my house and we'll play it by ear" evening, which is sometimes VERY frighteningly awkward and boring. just warning ya.

i love this song. i remember hearing it all the time when it was on tv, and could never figure out who it was or what the song was even called. i'm so very happy that i know who it is now. it fills me with joy.

and i've been such a music head lately. i'm going through one of my moods where i want to listen to music that means the world to me ALL THE TIME. so marvy 3. sloan. ezra. nickel creek. toad the wet sprocket. weezer. october project. wee doggy. i'm reveling not only in the way that the notes blend together, but also the deep meaning behind all of the words. fuck, i love music. the effect music has on me is SO why i wanted to be a rock star when i grew up, so that i could try to have a SLIGHT effect on others lives, in the sountrack to their existence, as music has played in mine.

that sentence makes no sense.

now, for some lyrics to the song i was talking about that i missed:

I feel so extraordinary
Something's got a hold on me
I get this feeling I'm in motion
A sudden sense of liberty
I don't care 'cause I'm not there
And I don't care if I'm here tomorrow
Again and again I've taken too much
Of the things that cost you too much
I used to think that the day would never come
I'd see delight in the shade of the morning sun
My morning sun is the drug that brings me near
To the childhood I lost, replaced by fear
I used to think that the day would never come
That my life would depend on the morning sun...
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