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Kiss me too fiercely Hold me too ((tight)) I need help believing You're with me tonight My wildest dreamings Could not foresee Lying beside you With you wanting me Just for this moment As long as you're mine I've lost all resistance And ~~crossed~~ some b-o-r-d-e-r-l-i-n-e And if it turns out It's over too fast I'll make ev'ry last moment last As long as you're mine
Once again I'm a little depressed by the tired old face that I see, Once again it is time to be someone, who's anyone other than me. With the rare combination of girlish excitement and manly restraint, I position my precious assortment of pencils and powders and paint. So whenever I feel that my place in the world is beginning to crash, I apply one great stroke of Mascara to my rather limp upper lash. And I can cope again, Good God! There's hope again! When life is a real bitch again, and my old sense of humor has up, and gone It's time for the big switch again, I put a little more Mascara on

Here's to the ladies who lunch-- Everybody laugh. Lounging in their caftans And planning a brunch On their own behalf. Off to the gym, Then to a fitting, Claiming they're fat. And looking grim, 'Cause they've been sitting Choosing a hat. Does anyone still wear a hat? I'll drink to that. And here's to the girls who play smart-- Aren't they a gas? Rushing to their classes In oPtIcAl art, Wishing it would pass. Another l.o.n.g exhausting day, Another thousand dollars, A matinee, a Pinter play, Perhaps a piece of Mahler's. I'll drink to that. And one for Mahler! And here's to the girls who play wife-- Aren't they too much? Keeping house but clutching A copy of LIFE, Just to keep in touch. The ones who follow the rules, And meet themselves at the schools, Too busy to know that they're fools. Aren't they a gem? I'll drink to them! Let's all drink to them! And here's to the girls who just watch-- Aren't they the best? When they get depressed, It's a bottle of Scotch, Plus a little jest. Another chance to disapprove, Another brilliant zinger, Another reason not to move, Another vodka stinger. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh! I'll drink to that. So here's to the girls on the go-- Everybody tries. Look into their eyes, And you'll see what they know: Everybody XdiesX A toast to that invincible bunch, The dinosaurs surviving the crunch. Let's hear it for the ladies who lunch-- Everybody rise! Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise!

Mother cannot guide you. Now you're on your own. Only me beside you. Still, you're not alone. No one is alone. Truly- No one is alone. Sometimes people leave you. Halfway through the wood. Others may decieve you. You decide whats good. You decide alone. But no one is alone. I wish... I know. Mother isn't here now Wrong things, right things Who knows what she'd say? Who can say what's true? Nothings quite so clear now. Do things, fight things, Feel you've lost your way? You decide, but You are not alone Believe me, No one is alone. No one is alone. Believe me. Truly. You move just a finger, Say the slightest word, Somethings bound to linger Be heard No acts alone. Careful. No one is alone. People make mistakes. Fathers, Mothers, People make mistakes, Holding to their own, Thinking their alone. Honor their mistakes Everybody makes Fight for their mistakes One another's terrible mistakes. Witches can be right, Giants can be good. You decide what's right you decide what's good Just remember, Just remember: Someone is on your side OUR side Our side-- Someone else is not While we're seeing our side Our side.. Our side-- Maybe we forgot: they are not alone. No one is alone. Hard to see the light now. Just don't let it go Things will come out right now. We can make it so. Someone is on your side...

why is the 'n' silent in "autumn"?

Feeling:

chaotic
Craving: nothing
Music of choice: "float on"-modest mouse

They need to make days longer. Screw daylight savings-I need more than 24 hours in a day as it is. (Yes, I do realize that by turning the clock back an hour we do not lose an hour you incompetant fool) Lately I just feel so overwhelmed with everything. Not in a bad way necessarily-I just find that I'm so busy with school that I don't have time to do anything for myself. Every weekend basically consists of homework, and going out. The time that I had during the summer to paint my nails when I felt like, or go for a run or even clean my room is gone until next summer. And any break that I do get from schedule I use to just relax, or sometimes, if it's really bad (I think my English teacher would kill me if she saw that I used the word it-you see how my school life is slowly taking over everything I do?? I can't even talk normally without relating it to school. Again with the it. Dear god) Right now, I should be concentrating on about 1/10 of the homework I have because I won't be able to work on it anytime after 5. (5-5:30: dinner>6-8: rehearsal>8-shower>9-One Tree Hill) Looking @ that list, maybe I need to reprioritize. Is reprioritize a word? I have begun to put fun before work already-for instance, yesterday I went out when I should have stayed home and done homework. Doing homework would have been the wise, studious choice. But instead I rushed through 20 pages of notes from 10-1130 and then went to the mall with my boys. Not to say I regret this decision-yesterday I had my first experience at Hooter's. ;-P I knew how to manage my work though-I was done with it by 1030 that night, which probably is when I would have ended up going to bed anyway, work or not.

Aside from feeling in over my head, things are pretty alright. I'd even go out on a limb to say that they're quite good. Working hard with the play-Antigone, if I didn't mention. We put it on in less than a month...gonna be a time crunch for sure, but I think we can pull it off. Between that and school, each weekend has been packed with going out and doing all those "fall-y" activities that everyone recalls doing 20 years later as a "fall memory." I love this weather. I wish I could bottle it up. I'm quite undecided whether I like summer or fall better. I love the freedom and careless days of summer-and "those summer nights" of course. But fall just has such a sense of...something. You can't pinpoint it, but it's there. There's just not much that compares to a sunny fall afternoon....I think it's a natural aphrodesiac. Mmmm lovely.