a little bit of a lot to say:



The drinkin' bone is connected to the party bone,
The party bone's connected to the stayin' out all night long
And she won't think it's funny
And I'll wind up all alone
And the lonely bone's connected the drinking bone....
Drinking Bone --Tracy Byrd--

im sure you're all familiar with: life is rotation, by now. so i heard Drinking Bone on a country, yes country, radio station yesterday. there's yet another example of 'life is rotation'. only he caught on to it and most other people who live out the examples of rotation in there lives dont recognize it. actually, after school i was talking to mr. demoor (yes..cause i forgot to call my parents so they'd come pick me up..uhuh..'official idiot signing in for daily check-up') and we were talking about history/life repeating itself and how you dont often realize the familiarity of it all until you look back and you're like 'holy! deja vu only...one year ago! where the heck was my head!'

how do you spell halo?

ha·loed, ha·lo·ing, ha·loes
To encircle with or as if with a halo.

Ce que dit la petite Princesse des Tulipes
What the little Tulip Princess says

J'aime beaucoup la soupe aux choux
mais j'aime encore mieux ma petite maman
parlons bas
car ma poupee a mal a la tete:
fille est tombee du 3e etage
le docteur dit que ce n'est rien

(i love cabbage soup,
but even better i love my little mama.
lets talk quietly
because my doll has a headache:
she fell from the third floor
the doctor says its nothing)


who am i?

he thinks that man is me
he knew him at a glance!
that stranger he has found
this man could be my chance!
why should i save his hide?
why should i right this wrong
when i have come so far
and struggled for so long?
if i speak, i am condemned,
if i stay silent, i am damned!
....
who am i? who am i?
i am jean valjean!
and so, javert, you see it's true
that man bears no more guilt than you!
who am i?


castle on a cloud

there is a castle on a cloud
i like to go there in my sleep
aren't any floors for me to sweep
not in my castle on a cloud
there is a room thats full of toys
there are a hundred boys and girls
nobody shouts or talks too loud
not in my castle on a cloud
there is a lady all in white
holds me and sings a lullaby
she's nice to see
and she's soft to touch
she says: "cosette i love you very much"
i know a place where no one's lost
i know a place where no one cries
crying at all is not allowed
not in my castle on a cloud

ever wish you could catch a moment and hold onto it forever?

when i see you walk by me and you smile, i know im crazy for you, and i know all is okay.
dont get me rescued, but dont get me fooled: this is all taking a toll on my heart.

these walls are lucky

the walls of your space, theyre lucky

can you imagine, if walls had eyes. theyd get to see you cross your fingers behind your back when you swear to tell the truth. they memorize all the little habits youve got. theyd get to see the face you make behind another back. they get to see you dancing when no ones looking. they get to see your grin of victory and plain pleasure when youre held in love, they stand by watching as you pound your pillow and pour out your tears, screaming to no one but the wall.

can you imagine, if your walls had ears. theyd hear all your secrets, the ones you tell just to get them out when no one else is around. they would get to hear you giggle behind a closed door. they would hear you talking in your sleep, could probably even make out the words you say. theyd hear you scream how much you hate the world then sing of how beautiful it is the very next day. theyd hear you curse, cry, laugh, sing, and all those other noises you make out of pure emotion.

can you imagine, if your walls had mouths. what would they say. they could tell you off when you did something wrong and wont admit it, when you need to smarten up. they could convince you into becoming successful instead of hiding in the shadow of some other big guy. theyd comfort you when you cant find a way out of the tunnel they had watched you build. they could give advice, advice thatd be simply to your best interest intead of biased. they could laugh at your lame jokes and go karaoke with you late at night. they could tell you what to say in an awkward phone conversation and give you pre-big-night talks. they could remind you to look at your list of reminders.

o what walls could do if they had senses.

these walls are lucky, they get to see you at your best and at your worst. they get to see a obvious and complex you, no shadows, a clear, perfectly clear image.

these walls are so lucky.