I have been getting a little blog happy lately, but oh well. This is how I get when my brain is working a lot and I need to get things off my mind. Now the things that are setting my mind to racing aren't really going to be talked about in this blog, but the random thoughts I come up with to keep my mind off of said things will be.
Lately I have been in a philosophical mood and a few interesting questions have come to mind.
The first of these is an actual philosophical question which has no right or wrong answers. It is designed to make you think about yourself and how you want to live life. Well, here goes. If you could have in your life one day of perfect happiness - the type that great love stories and legends can only vaguely explain - and the memory of that day would stay bright and new in your mind for the rest of your life, but for the rest of your life all other good things would make your current happiness feel like a candle next to the burning sun of the happiness you once enjoyed. . . . would you take that happiness? Would you be in perfect bliss for one day if you knew that the rest of your life would be pale and wan in comparison, or would you choose to be relatively happy for most of your life and never know that perfect joy?
The next question isn't so much philosophical as it is just interesting. Why does my being agnostic seem to affect the opinions of professors so much? I have been in Core IX with Nichols for half a semester now, and for some reason now that he knows I am agnostic he keeps pointing it out, and whenever I answer one of his religious questions he acts as if I am dropping a bomb on the class because I can logically deduce what kind of answer he is looking for. My agnosticism doesn't make me any different once you know about it. I am still George White. I still think and act the same way, but professors can't seem to just accept it and move on. They have to make it a central point of who I am in the class.
10/13/2006
Oh boy . . .
Ok, I was told to write about pickles and pineapples, so this first section is going to be about those two things. They are delicious foods (not together), but I have to say I like pickles more than pineapples. I mean, with a pickle it could be any of a dozen tasty flavors. It could be dill, kosher dill, sweet, bread and butter, garlic, spicy dill, etc. At the drive-in we actually sell pickles and I find myself eating one every few days while I work there. The delicious garlic flavor sustains me for the night and all is well. Pineapple on the other hand, while being sweet and delicious, is a very monotonous taste.
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Anyway, to the body of this post. I am not entirely sure what I am going to write about, but it should be interesting. Life is coming at me at about 186,282 miles a second and I can't seem to figure out how to slow it down. Between classes, work, theater, clubs, and personal business I just don't seem to have any free time in which I am not working on one thing or another.
Speaking of the play. I am starting to get a little worried. Two of the other guys are driving me insane. One of them used to know his lines, but has recently just seemed to lose them all. The other knows his lines, but questions himself so much that he will stop in the middle of a line and ask for it, even though he was saying it right the whole time. Everyone else is doing great (even Spence is finally getting into character), and I am really happy with the majority of the show. Hopefully this tech week kicks the two guys into gear and things work out.
Classes. . . well the majority of classes are going great. Human Sexuality is tons of fun, Core IX is a breeze thus far, Social Psych is boring but easy, and Abnormal Psych is going ok because Pulver seems to have racheted down his assholishness. Professional Seminar though . . . that class is going to kick my ass. Wong isn't giving us enough direction in things. She is pretty much just looking at us and saying "Ok, go do it" and not explaining what "it" is. This drives me crazy and there are times I just want to strangle her. She explains concepts we had as freshmen, but doesn't give us any actual structure or guidance for the new things. Seely . . . or even Pulver. . . needs to take over the class. At least that way things would be run smoothly.
Jobs. . . it seems whenever I am not at play practice in the evening I am working. If it isn't RA duty, it is working Security at a sporting event (like twenty minutes from now). I need the money, but there is no chance for me to sit down and do other things. Last night while on duty was the first night in a while I have actually felt relaxed and free to sit and think about things.
Clubs. . . Oh clubs. . . These aren't quite as stressful, but at the same time they are. These are things I like doing and want to be part of, but unfortunately everything else seems to be crowding them out. I need to come up with some T-shirt ideas for the College Republicans, but every time I try to sit down and brainstorm, I end up getting pulled into something else.
My personal life, well I am not even sure I want to think about it right now. Confusion reigns supreme as always, and I don't know what to do. Part of me likes things the way they are and doesn't want to mess them up. Another part of me (and several friends) are yelling at me to do something.
Yes it does, Ok Go. . . . yes it does.
Well, off to stand and watch a Soccer game.
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Anyway, to the body of this post. I am not entirely sure what I am going to write about, but it should be interesting. Life is coming at me at about 186,282 miles a second and I can't seem to figure out how to slow it down. Between classes, work, theater, clubs, and personal business I just don't seem to have any free time in which I am not working on one thing or another.
Speaking of the play. I am starting to get a little worried. Two of the other guys are driving me insane. One of them used to know his lines, but has recently just seemed to lose them all. The other knows his lines, but questions himself so much that he will stop in the middle of a line and ask for it, even though he was saying it right the whole time. Everyone else is doing great (even Spence is finally getting into character), and I am really happy with the majority of the show. Hopefully this tech week kicks the two guys into gear and things work out.
Classes. . . well the majority of classes are going great. Human Sexuality is tons of fun, Core IX is a breeze thus far, Social Psych is boring but easy, and Abnormal Psych is going ok because Pulver seems to have racheted down his assholishness. Professional Seminar though . . . that class is going to kick my ass. Wong isn't giving us enough direction in things. She is pretty much just looking at us and saying "Ok, go do it" and not explaining what "it" is. This drives me crazy and there are times I just want to strangle her. She explains concepts we had as freshmen, but doesn't give us any actual structure or guidance for the new things. Seely . . . or even Pulver. . . needs to take over the class. At least that way things would be run smoothly.
Jobs. . . it seems whenever I am not at play practice in the evening I am working. If it isn't RA duty, it is working Security at a sporting event (like twenty minutes from now). I need the money, but there is no chance for me to sit down and do other things. Last night while on duty was the first night in a while I have actually felt relaxed and free to sit and think about things.
Clubs. . . Oh clubs. . . These aren't quite as stressful, but at the same time they are. These are things I like doing and want to be part of, but unfortunately everything else seems to be crowding them out. I need to come up with some T-shirt ideas for the College Republicans, but every time I try to sit down and brainstorm, I end up getting pulled into something else.
My personal life, well I am not even sure I want to think about it right now. Confusion reigns supreme as always, and I don't know what to do. Part of me likes things the way they are and doesn't want to mess them up. Another part of me (and several friends) are yelling at me to do something.
Just when you think you're in control,
just when you think you've got a hold,
just when you get on a roll,
here it goes, here it goes, here it goes again.
Oh, here it goes again.
I should have known,
should have known,
should have known again,
but here it goes again.
Oh, here it goes again.
Yes it does, Ok Go. . . . yes it does.
Well, off to stand and watch a Soccer game.
10/12/2006
Soundtrack of My Life
IF YOUR LIFE WAS A MOVIE, WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE?
So, here's how it works:
1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For every question, type the song that's playing
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button
Opening Credits:
Home by Michael Buble
Waking Up:
Come On, Come On by Smashmouth
First Day At School:
I'm Going to Go Back There Someday by Gonzo from The Muppets
Falling In Love:
It Had To Be You by Frank Sinatra
Fight Song:
Every Time I Hear Your Name by Keith Urban
Breaking Up:
You Don't Know Me by Michael Buble
Prom:
Kiss The Girl from Little Mermaid as sung by Acoustix
Life's OK:
Theme from House MD
Mental Breakdown:
Change in My Life by Rockapella
Driving:
From Time to Time by Rascal Flatts
Flashback:
Special Fred by Stephen Lynch
Getting Back Together:
Joy to the World by Three Dog Night
Wedding:
Where've You Been by Kathy Mattea
Birth of Child:
Flagpole Sitta by Harvey Danger
Final Battle:
The Steps of Saint Patrick's by Jason LeVasseur
Death Scene:
Betrayed by Nathan Lane from The Producers
Funeral Song:
Hooked on a Feeling by Rockapella
End Credits:
You Have AIDS from Family Guy
Ok, the beginning works ok. . . but when it gets to Flashback it starts breaking down. I mean c'mon . . . Steps of Saint Patrick's for Final Battle?!?!?!
That is just how bored I am people.
So, here's how it works:
1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For every question, type the song that's playing
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button
Opening Credits:
Home by Michael Buble
Waking Up:
Come On, Come On by Smashmouth
First Day At School:
I'm Going to Go Back There Someday by Gonzo from The Muppets
Falling In Love:
It Had To Be You by Frank Sinatra
Fight Song:
Every Time I Hear Your Name by Keith Urban
Breaking Up:
You Don't Know Me by Michael Buble
Prom:
Kiss The Girl from Little Mermaid as sung by Acoustix
Life's OK:
Theme from House MD
Mental Breakdown:
Change in My Life by Rockapella
Driving:
From Time to Time by Rascal Flatts
Flashback:
Special Fred by Stephen Lynch
Getting Back Together:
Joy to the World by Three Dog Night
Wedding:
Where've You Been by Kathy Mattea
Birth of Child:
Flagpole Sitta by Harvey Danger
Final Battle:
The Steps of Saint Patrick's by Jason LeVasseur
Death Scene:
Betrayed by Nathan Lane from The Producers
Funeral Song:
Hooked on a Feeling by Rockapella
End Credits:
You Have AIDS from Family Guy
Ok, the beginning works ok. . . but when it gets to Flashback it starts breaking down. I mean c'mon . . . Steps of Saint Patrick's for Final Battle?!?!?!
That is just how bored I am people.
10/07/2006
Wow
Well, it has been over a month since I have posted anything here . . . and my last post was nothing more than posting up something JP said.
It isn't that I haven't had things to write about (Oh boy have I); it is just that I can't seem to find the time when I want to write or the desire to write when I have the time. It is actually quite funny.
So, what has been happening the past month?
Well, first and foremost, I don't bloody understand women. No matter how hard I try, I just can't seem to figure them out. They are enigmas, they drive me crazy, yet I can't help but be enthralled by them. Over the past month, I have been stymied by no fewer than five women's actions. Every time I think I get one of them figured out, every time I think to myself, "Hey, this is what this woman thinks about me" . . . BAM! Something happens and it completely mystifies me. My viewpoint becomes completely skewed as I try to assimilate this new information into my existing schemas regarding women. By now, you think I would have learned that women are not something I am meant to understand, but no.
Add onto all this the sheer amount of drama seeming to consume everyone the past few weeks and you just have insanity. This isn't the good drama either. No thespians playfully cavorting around a stage. This is pure high school melodrama. This is the kind of drama that occurs when Person A gets mad at Person B, but they don't confront Person B. Instead, they go complaining to Person C, Person D, Person E, and Person F. Of course, one of those four will say something to someone else, and eventually it gets to Person B, and they get mad. This of course can either lead to another round of bitching to other people, or to Person B confronting Person A about it. Of course, this confrontation leads to Person A getting mad at the people he/she complained to and can start the entire process over again.
I AM SICK OF IT. It has been going on all over the place this past month, and I don't know why. When did we revert back to freshman year of High School? Why can we not be adults and face up to each other? If you have a problem with someone, tell them about it. If someone does something that pisses you off, let him or her know. I know it seems like a novel concept, but maybe honesty is the best policy here people. A little bitching about things is all well and good. Hell, I know I do it plenty myself, but if I have a real problem with someone I let them know. I don't sit around griping with people and making jokes about how to hurt/kill the person who angers me. I don't avoid the person like the plague. I don't ignore the person when they try talking to me.
Ah, venting is good for the spirit. I have been thinking that stuff, but not saying it for a while. Because these feelings are not being caused by any one person, I haven't said this to anyone. It just didn't feel right to vent all that to one person who only tossed a few straws on the camel's back. Sure, one of their straws may have been that one that just snapped the spine, but can you really blame that one straw for the weight of all the others?
So here I am, sitting in my room at 4:50 on the Saturday of Homecoming. I am alone, completely sober, bored, and unable to sleep. It is a little sad, but then again, that is how I spend most of my nights. For some reason I feel have been feeling quite lonely lately and I don't know why. I have more friends than I know what to do with. I walk into a building and half a dozen people say my name with the sound of joy filling their voices. This year's freshman class has a multitude of people in whose company I find myself laughing, thinking, and generally having a good time. You would think that them, in addition to all of my old friends from years past would be enough, but the thing is, none of these relationships is as close and intimate as I would really like. I miss the feeling of having one person in the world who feels that I truly mean something to them and just wants to spend time with me. I want someone who truly and deeply cares about me in a manner that means more than simple friendship. Don’t get me wrong, friendship is all well and good, but I want more.
Quotes of the night -
It isn't that I haven't had things to write about (Oh boy have I); it is just that I can't seem to find the time when I want to write or the desire to write when I have the time. It is actually quite funny.
So, what has been happening the past month?
Well, first and foremost, I don't bloody understand women. No matter how hard I try, I just can't seem to figure them out. They are enigmas, they drive me crazy, yet I can't help but be enthralled by them. Over the past month, I have been stymied by no fewer than five women's actions. Every time I think I get one of them figured out, every time I think to myself, "Hey, this is what this woman thinks about me" . . . BAM! Something happens and it completely mystifies me. My viewpoint becomes completely skewed as I try to assimilate this new information into my existing schemas regarding women. By now, you think I would have learned that women are not something I am meant to understand, but no.
Add onto all this the sheer amount of drama seeming to consume everyone the past few weeks and you just have insanity. This isn't the good drama either. No thespians playfully cavorting around a stage. This is pure high school melodrama. This is the kind of drama that occurs when Person A gets mad at Person B, but they don't confront Person B. Instead, they go complaining to Person C, Person D, Person E, and Person F. Of course, one of those four will say something to someone else, and eventually it gets to Person B, and they get mad. This of course can either lead to another round of bitching to other people, or to Person B confronting Person A about it. Of course, this confrontation leads to Person A getting mad at the people he/she complained to and can start the entire process over again.
I AM SICK OF IT. It has been going on all over the place this past month, and I don't know why. When did we revert back to freshman year of High School? Why can we not be adults and face up to each other? If you have a problem with someone, tell them about it. If someone does something that pisses you off, let him or her know. I know it seems like a novel concept, but maybe honesty is the best policy here people. A little bitching about things is all well and good. Hell, I know I do it plenty myself, but if I have a real problem with someone I let them know. I don't sit around griping with people and making jokes about how to hurt/kill the person who angers me. I don't avoid the person like the plague. I don't ignore the person when they try talking to me.
Ah, venting is good for the spirit. I have been thinking that stuff, but not saying it for a while. Because these feelings are not being caused by any one person, I haven't said this to anyone. It just didn't feel right to vent all that to one person who only tossed a few straws on the camel's back. Sure, one of their straws may have been that one that just snapped the spine, but can you really blame that one straw for the weight of all the others?
So here I am, sitting in my room at 4:50 on the Saturday of Homecoming. I am alone, completely sober, bored, and unable to sleep. It is a little sad, but then again, that is how I spend most of my nights. For some reason I feel have been feeling quite lonely lately and I don't know why. I have more friends than I know what to do with. I walk into a building and half a dozen people say my name with the sound of joy filling their voices. This year's freshman class has a multitude of people in whose company I find myself laughing, thinking, and generally having a good time. You would think that them, in addition to all of my old friends from years past would be enough, but the thing is, none of these relationships is as close and intimate as I would really like. I miss the feeling of having one person in the world who feels that I truly mean something to them and just wants to spend time with me. I want someone who truly and deeply cares about me in a manner that means more than simple friendship. Don’t get me wrong, friendship is all well and good, but I want more.
Quotes of the night -
Could you imagine how horrible things would be if we always told others how we felt? Life would be intolerably bearable. – Randy K. Milholland
"What part of my message did you get? We've been having trouble with the com system, see, and--"
"The most important part. The part that said: 'I need you.'"
"And you came here just on that?"
"What more is there?"
Garibaldi and Lise
9/03/2006
Oh JP . . .
In my AIM profile I have a quote from everyone's favorite chubby little cubby all stuffed with fluff (for the heathens who read this . . . that means Winnie the Pooh).
Now, I have that in my profile because it is a sweet expression that expresses Pooh's love for someone (I don't know where the quote came from exactly, but I am assuming he was just saying it to a friend). Well, JP took it another way.
Yeah. . . JP saw Pooh's expression of love as an evil statement hinting at Pooh's ultimate goal for everyone to die when and as he plans.
Oh I miss you JP.
If you live to be 100, I hope I live to be 100 minus 1 day, so I never have to live without you.
Now, I have that in my profile because it is a sweet expression that expresses Pooh's love for someone (I don't know where the quote came from exactly, but I am assuming he was just saying it to a friend). Well, JP took it another way.
I think Winnie the Pooh might be suicidal.
A caveat for my argument: Just as Pooh, I will utilize days as my smallest increment of time measurement.
Logically, we can eliminate the possibility that Pooh's audience is older than Pooh, because when if his elder dies at 100 (36,524 days, given leap years and the skipped leap year on the centennial that passes at some point in the duration), then if Pooh is to reach 36,523 days he will necessarily spend some time living without them.
Now, if the person(s) to whom Pooh is speaking is the exact same age as Pooh, I think his this statement could be off-handedly dismissed as a tender bit of affection. However, barring that exceedingly unlikely circumstance, and having already eliminated the possibility that Pooh will outlive his counterpart(s), this statement essentially amounts to a wish for an early death. For example, if Pooh's partner is 7,305 days (20 years) younger than Pooh, Pooh is essentially hoping to die fully 7,306 days earlier than the time of death of his friend. I submit that this is an unhealthy and potentially dangerous attitude towards his own longevity, especially considering that on his 36,523rd day Pooh will almost certainly have absolutely no knowledge of the actual date of the other person's/persons' demise(s). As such, not only is he committing himself to shortening his own lifespan, it will quite likely be a futile gesture in terms of attempting to coincide with an event that is still an unforeseeable time in the future.
Ultimately, this depressing sentiment on the part of Pooh is representative of the phenomenon of growing teen suicide rates over the past several decades. Likewise, let us not forget that Pooh is similarly hoping for a pre-determined time of death for another, which I think draws a chilling reference to the various tragic acts of violence that are becoming all too common in middle and high schools in our nation. Given that this timeframe coincides with Pooh's own rise to popularity as a cultural icon, I cannot help but wonder what correlation may exist.
Regardless, as a responsible American, I humbly request that all Winnie the Pooh television shows and movies be removed from the airwaves, and all toys, books and other commercial products of or pertaining to that corporate entity be heretofore burned.
Thank you.
Yeah. . . JP saw Pooh's expression of love as an evil statement hinting at Pooh's ultimate goal for everyone to die when and as he plans.
Oh I miss you JP.
8/23/2006
Thoughts provoked by boredom (during class even)
Here we are, two days into class and I am already somewhat bored by them. Maybe it is because they were the "Here is the syllabus. . . and now I will read it to you" class periods. Regardless, most of the following was written during my classes today.
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So yeah . . . I am writing this while listening to Hartley ramble on about Social Psychology. He and his salmon colored shirt are annoying me. His teaching style thus far has not impressed me. He is rambling at two miles a minute, sidetracks himself from his lecture, and has said the word 'uh' approximately 40 times in the past minute and a half.
Because of this, I am letting my mind wander, and I decided to write down my thoughts. Right now I have a song stuck in my head - "She Is" by The Fray. The chorus of the song states, "She is everything I need that I never knew I wanted. She is everything I want that I never knew I needed."
I love the song (one of my current top two in fact), but every time I listen to it, two questions pop into my head.
1. Who is she?
2. Sure, she's everything I want and need, but am I anything she wants or needs?
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Ok, that was rather pointless, but it shows the odd tangents my mind gets off to when I let it. Unlike most people, when I hear a song, I don't just listen to the lyrics. I analyze the lyrics and try to fit them into some sort of context and meaning. I poke and prod the lyrics until I find some weird analogy or question I can press them into and BAM . . .I sound crazy.
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A brief interlude for class 2. I am sitting here in Abnormal Psych and Pulver is barely even putting up his thin veneer of tolerance for me. It makes me laugh, but I am going to tolerate him, suck it up, and get through the class as quickly and cleanly as possible. Well, back to pretending I care one whit what he is talking about.
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Class #3, and here in Professional Seminar, Chau has been reading straight from the syllabus for 50 minutes. This class is going to be interesting for me. The majority of our work here has vague deadlines. My procrastinatory nature will make this hard for me, but I will hopefully find some way to force myself to work on things in advance. . . . I hope.
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Ok, so now I have another song stuck in my head. Earlier it was "She Is", and funnily enough I associate this next song with "She Is".
I first heard "Find Yourself" by Brad Paisley the night the movie Cars came out (yayy for working at a Drive-In theater). When I first heard the part of the song that states "When you meet the one that you've been waiting for, and she's everything you want and more" I was struck by the sentiment in those words. I also felt that they were somewhat lacking and said as much to my co-worker. I told him that the lyrics should have been more along the lines of "When you meet the one you've waited for and she's all you ever needed but didn't know you wanted".
About a week later, I bought myself The Fray's album "How To Save A Life" and popped it into my car's CD player as I drove home. When the chorus to song number 1 started I starting laughing so hard I almost cried. Song number 1 was "She Is" and if you have read the beginning of this post you know that the chorus of the song is almost identical to the lyrics I suggested to my co-worker.
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Well, that is the extent to which I wrote during my classes today. I now have another song in my head, but the reasoning behind having that song stuck in my head are quite different from the above. There was nothing that caused me to have "She Is" or "Find Yourself" stuck in my head, but this other song is stuck in my head for a reason . . . and I like it.
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So yeah . . . I am writing this while listening to Hartley ramble on about Social Psychology. He and his salmon colored shirt are annoying me. His teaching style thus far has not impressed me. He is rambling at two miles a minute, sidetracks himself from his lecture, and has said the word 'uh' approximately 40 times in the past minute and a half.
Because of this, I am letting my mind wander, and I decided to write down my thoughts. Right now I have a song stuck in my head - "She Is" by The Fray. The chorus of the song states, "She is everything I need that I never knew I wanted. She is everything I want that I never knew I needed."
I love the song (one of my current top two in fact), but every time I listen to it, two questions pop into my head.
1. Who is she?
2. Sure, she's everything I want and need, but am I anything she wants or needs?
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Ok, that was rather pointless, but it shows the odd tangents my mind gets off to when I let it. Unlike most people, when I hear a song, I don't just listen to the lyrics. I analyze the lyrics and try to fit them into some sort of context and meaning. I poke and prod the lyrics until I find some weird analogy or question I can press them into and BAM . . .I sound crazy.
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A brief interlude for class 2. I am sitting here in Abnormal Psych and Pulver is barely even putting up his thin veneer of tolerance for me. It makes me laugh, but I am going to tolerate him, suck it up, and get through the class as quickly and cleanly as possible. Well, back to pretending I care one whit what he is talking about.
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Class #3, and here in Professional Seminar, Chau has been reading straight from the syllabus for 50 minutes. This class is going to be interesting for me. The majority of our work here has vague deadlines. My procrastinatory nature will make this hard for me, but I will hopefully find some way to force myself to work on things in advance. . . . I hope.
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Ok, so now I have another song stuck in my head. Earlier it was "She Is", and funnily enough I associate this next song with "She Is".
I first heard "Find Yourself" by Brad Paisley the night the movie Cars came out (yayy for working at a Drive-In theater). When I first heard the part of the song that states "When you meet the one that you've been waiting for, and she's everything you want and more" I was struck by the sentiment in those words. I also felt that they were somewhat lacking and said as much to my co-worker. I told him that the lyrics should have been more along the lines of "When you meet the one you've waited for and she's all you ever needed but didn't know you wanted".
About a week later, I bought myself The Fray's album "How To Save A Life" and popped it into my car's CD player as I drove home. When the chorus to song number 1 started I starting laughing so hard I almost cried. Song number 1 was "She Is" and if you have read the beginning of this post you know that the chorus of the song is almost identical to the lyrics I suggested to my co-worker.
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Well, that is the extent to which I wrote during my classes today. I now have another song in my head, but the reasoning behind having that song stuck in my head are quite different from the above. There was nothing that caused me to have "She Is" or "Find Yourself" stuck in my head, but this other song is stuck in my head for a reason . . . and I like it.
8/02/2006
I just don't know anymore. . .
Ok, so first the good news. . . my little brother has been home for a couple of days now (just now getting the time to write down stuff about it).
Now for the real reason I am writing this blog . . .
And oddly enough, three guys (although they are all tied to at least one of the women).
Of course, unlike the song I have no clue what is on most of these people's minds.
Let's start explaining why each of these people are on my mind. Two of the women on my mind . . . . I don't even know. I know of them both, but I have never met either of them and it is one of my buddy's fault that they are on his mind. For some reason I have him and his women problems on my mind . . . but I feel for him, so I don't hold it against him.
So, two down and five to go. Two of the other women on my mind I thought I had excised from my mind. I thought I had gotten myself so far from even thinking about them that it wouldn't bother me any more, but through the years and the mists of time thoughts of them have recently invaded my head and I don't really know why.
Ok, so only three more women and two more guys to explain away. The next woman . . . well I don't know what to think or feel about her. At points I think she may actually have feelings for me, and then the next minute it seems that she sees me as nothing more than a friend. Several of my friends say that "it is obvious" how she feels about me, but most of the time I just don't see it. Will I say anything about it? HELL NO! That has led me to nothing but pain, confusion, and ruined friendships in the past and I don't really think I could handle losing another friendship.
The next woman infuriates me at the moment. She is a nurse I met while my brother was in the hospital. We hit it off, swapped cell phone numbers, and have talked a few times since my brother got out of the hospital. I thought that maybe, just maybe something good had came of my brother's hospitalization. Then Tuesday we were chatting and she stopped the conversation with a shocker. It turns out that when we met she had just had a fight with her boyfriend and they decided to see other people. Well, on Tuesday morning he showed up at her door, told her how miserable he was without her, and asked her to marry him. Just another episode in the continuing saga of "Why George's Love Life Sucks".
The last woman on my mind is my mom, and the other two guys are my dad and little brother. I am thinking about them a lot lately because I am worried about how they are going to cope with things when I head back to school in less than a week. They have already taken off tons of time with my brother's illnesses, and me being home during the day has allowed them to continue working now that he is back home. I am worried that they will run themselves ragged working and watching him for the month before he heads back to school. Part of me thinks I should call up my bosses and tell them that I won't be able to make it to training so I can stay home and take care of him, but I know that my parents would never allow it because they would be so worried that I would lose my RA job. I dunno, I just dunno.
Grah! Well, it is time for me to try to get some sleep. I have to get up in a few hours to take my brother to the hospital for a checkup.
Now for the real reason I am writing this blog . . .
Well, I’m running down the road tryin’ to loosen my load
I’ve got seven women on my mind
And oddly enough, three guys (although they are all tied to at least one of the women).
Of course, unlike the song I have no clue what is on most of these people's minds.
Let's start explaining why each of these people are on my mind. Two of the women on my mind . . . . I don't even know. I know of them both, but I have never met either of them and it is one of my buddy's fault that they are on his mind. For some reason I have him and his women problems on my mind . . . but I feel for him, so I don't hold it against him.
So, two down and five to go. Two of the other women on my mind I thought I had excised from my mind. I thought I had gotten myself so far from even thinking about them that it wouldn't bother me any more, but through the years and the mists of time thoughts of them have recently invaded my head and I don't really know why.
Ok, so only three more women and two more guys to explain away. The next woman . . . well I don't know what to think or feel about her. At points I think she may actually have feelings for me, and then the next minute it seems that she sees me as nothing more than a friend. Several of my friends say that "it is obvious" how she feels about me, but most of the time I just don't see it. Will I say anything about it? HELL NO! That has led me to nothing but pain, confusion, and ruined friendships in the past and I don't really think I could handle losing another friendship.
The next woman infuriates me at the moment. She is a nurse I met while my brother was in the hospital. We hit it off, swapped cell phone numbers, and have talked a few times since my brother got out of the hospital. I thought that maybe, just maybe something good had came of my brother's hospitalization. Then Tuesday we were chatting and she stopped the conversation with a shocker. It turns out that when we met she had just had a fight with her boyfriend and they decided to see other people. Well, on Tuesday morning he showed up at her door, told her how miserable he was without her, and asked her to marry him. Just another episode in the continuing saga of "Why George's Love Life Sucks".
The last woman on my mind is my mom, and the other two guys are my dad and little brother. I am thinking about them a lot lately because I am worried about how they are going to cope with things when I head back to school in less than a week. They have already taken off tons of time with my brother's illnesses, and me being home during the day has allowed them to continue working now that he is back home. I am worried that they will run themselves ragged working and watching him for the month before he heads back to school. Part of me thinks I should call up my bosses and tell them that I won't be able to make it to training so I can stay home and take care of him, but I know that my parents would never allow it because they would be so worried that I would lose my RA job. I dunno, I just dunno.
Grah! Well, it is time for me to try to get some sleep. I have to get up in a few hours to take my brother to the hospital for a checkup.
7/18/2006
Letting my guard down
. . . . . . . Why?
How many fucking crosses does my little brother have to fucking bear?
Are cerebral palsy, mental retardation, Attention Deficit Disorder, Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, and Pica not enough?
Apparantly not, because he just had two and a half feet of his small intestines removed because they became twisted and died. Right now he is in the intensive care unit of the hospital heavily sedated and unconscious so he can't pull out the various tubes and IV's they have him on. Apparantly he is going to be sedated like that for at least the next two days.
My parents are on the verge of breaking down. He was just starting to really recover from his leg surgery in April and then this happens. It seems whenever we start getting one of his problems under control a new one crops up.
Oh yeah, did I mention that it looks like he has spontaneously become diabetic?
At the moment I am sitting in my room with tears streaming down my cheeks as I write this. I am keeping myself composed and calm when I am around my parents because if they see me lose it I know that they won't be able to take it any more and they will both have breakdowns . . . my dad is just about there already. I am dead tired after getting up to take care of Tom yesterday morning when he started feeling sick, working last night, and then going to the hospital not once but twice today to ferry my parents back and forth and make sure they are taking care of themselves and eating (the place is 45 minutes away). And now I am getting ready to head to work for the night.
I am physically and emotionally drained and I want to know why the hell my little brother who is probably the closest thing to an innocent over the age of 5 I have ever seen has to suffer so much. This morning he was crying and begging my parents to give him something to drink, which of course we couldn't do because his bowels were twisted and anything that went into his stomach would just have to be suctioned out. He was even begging for pop - my little brother who has spit out every mouthful of every carbonated beverage he has ever tasted was begging for pop. . . .
I am glad I have this place to just vent and let out all the shit that is building up inside of me, because keeping it all inside when I am in front of my parents is so hard that sometimes I just want to scream.
Why Tom? Why can't it be some drug dealing, smut peddling, crackwhore and her pimp who have this type of shit happen to them? If there is some grand plan out there, why does it strike down the good people like my little brother and allow whores, pimps, and drugdealers to thrive?
Whew . . . . I feel a bit better now. Well . . . time to go to work and serve the masses their popcorn and pop.
How many fucking crosses does my little brother have to fucking bear?
Are cerebral palsy, mental retardation, Attention Deficit Disorder, Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, and Pica not enough?
Apparantly not, because he just had two and a half feet of his small intestines removed because they became twisted and died. Right now he is in the intensive care unit of the hospital heavily sedated and unconscious so he can't pull out the various tubes and IV's they have him on. Apparantly he is going to be sedated like that for at least the next two days.
My parents are on the verge of breaking down. He was just starting to really recover from his leg surgery in April and then this happens. It seems whenever we start getting one of his problems under control a new one crops up.
Oh yeah, did I mention that it looks like he has spontaneously become diabetic?
At the moment I am sitting in my room with tears streaming down my cheeks as I write this. I am keeping myself composed and calm when I am around my parents because if they see me lose it I know that they won't be able to take it any more and they will both have breakdowns . . . my dad is just about there already. I am dead tired after getting up to take care of Tom yesterday morning when he started feeling sick, working last night, and then going to the hospital not once but twice today to ferry my parents back and forth and make sure they are taking care of themselves and eating (the place is 45 minutes away). And now I am getting ready to head to work for the night.
I am physically and emotionally drained and I want to know why the hell my little brother who is probably the closest thing to an innocent over the age of 5 I have ever seen has to suffer so much. This morning he was crying and begging my parents to give him something to drink, which of course we couldn't do because his bowels were twisted and anything that went into his stomach would just have to be suctioned out. He was even begging for pop - my little brother who has spit out every mouthful of every carbonated beverage he has ever tasted was begging for pop. . . .
I am glad I have this place to just vent and let out all the shit that is building up inside of me, because keeping it all inside when I am in front of my parents is so hard that sometimes I just want to scream.
Why Tom? Why can't it be some drug dealing, smut peddling, crackwhore and her pimp who have this type of shit happen to them? If there is some grand plan out there, why does it strike down the good people like my little brother and allow whores, pimps, and drugdealers to thrive?
Whew . . . . I feel a bit better now. Well . . . time to go to work and serve the masses their popcorn and pop.
7/13/2006
You ever have one of 'those weeks'? You know, the ones where EVERYTHING just seems to happen at once? Well I just had one, and boy am I tired.
As Neil Gaiman put it in "Neverwhere" -
Well, I noticed that this past week or so.
I am not going to get into too many details, but a few of the highs/lows are as follows - my grandfather is on his deathbed, my godfather just got married and he and his kids are happier than I have seen them in years, we are showing two extremely long movies at work which is stretching my worknights into workmornings, my dogs have been acting insane recently, and even when I do get a chance to try and get some sleep I normally don't end up falling to sleep until the wee hours of the morning (normally around 4 or 5 in the morning).
Now that that is out of the way, I can get down to the real reason I am writing this post. The ideas behind this post started brewing last Thursday night, and I haven't found the time or energy to write them down until now.
Femmes!
I've said it before, and I will say it again - I don't understand women, and I know I never will. I don't think that there is a man in this world who truly understands women and the way their minds work. Oh sure, some guys may know how their wife thinks, but that is one woman. Women as a whole are one confusing bunch.
Now, after reading the above paragraph, many a woman would counter, "Women are easy to understand. Men are the confusing ones." Women may actually believe this argument, but the truth to that argument is that men seem confusing . . . because they are confused. Men don't know how to act around women because women say, do, and think different things. They say one thing, mean another, and think a third, but somehow they expect men to be fully cognizant of what they want.
A classic example is the "Where do you want to eat" dilemma. Most of the time when a man asks, "Hey, where do you want to eat", he will get one of the following responses: "I don't know", "I don't care", or "Oh, it doesn't matter, you pick". Do any of those three things really mean what they seem to mean? NO! They normally mean something more to the effect of "I know exactly where I want to eat, but I want you to prove that you know me and pick the place I want". Every once and a while a woman will be honest and actually say "How about (Insert overpriced eatery here)", and the man involved will internally dance a little happy dance.
Or how about the ever popular "Are you mad" question. Most women have several types of anger that they can express, and the most frustrating of these is the type where they profess to be completely calm, collected, and not in the least perturbed, and all the while they are seething inside about some slight that the man probably doesn't even realize he has committed. As the man remains blissfully unaware of his wrongdoing, the woman continues to allow her anger to build up without expressing it in any way other than to become slightly withdrawn (perhaps with a few surreptitious glares in the man's direction). When confronted about her behavior, the woman continues to deny any anger until finally exploding at the man.
Then there is always the question of what a woman wants in a man. I have heard countless women say that they look for a man who is "Smart, funny, kind" etc. etc. etc. Unfortunately I can count on my hands the number of times I have actually seen a guy who is all the things listed, but not physically very attractive, with one of these women. This is another case of women saying one thing, and their actions saying another. Far too many women date guys based solely on physical appearance, and then when the guys turns out to be an ass, complain that men are all jerks. A great many men are not jerks, but we are looked over because women are as shallow and hormonal as men (they just don't like to admit it).
Due to these - and other - situations, men have learned think things through and tread carefully around women at times, but these are not the main cause of stress between the sexes. In my opinion, the one situation which has caused more stress between men and women than anything else is the question of honesty.
Most men like to be honest about things. If a buddy is doing something stupid, men point it out. If a guy is wearing a hat that makes him look like a moron, his friends will point it out and tell him not to wear it.
Women claim to love honesty, but at times they prefer to be lied to. "How do I look?", "Does this dress make me look fat?", etc. . . . why do you ask these questions if you don't want us to be honest? If any man ever answered either of those questions with a "Sorry honey, that dress does not flatter your figure at all. Maybe you should wear that other one" he would not only be sleeping on the couch for the next week, but he would probably have a few things thrown at his head.
The question of honesty also comes into play when a guy has feelings for a woman. If a guy just comes out and says how he feels, he risks several possible complications. First, he could say it at the wrong time and make the woman upset and uncomfortable. Second, she may have no feelings for him whatsoever, in which case he has probably just flushed a friendship down the toilet by being honest. Third (and in some guys' cases most likely) he can get the always popular "I don't like you in that way", the "I don't know how to respond to that", the classic "You aren't boyfriend material", or my personal favorite "You are just too nice, and I don't want to ruin our friendship".
Of course, if he keeps these feelings in when she wants him to say them, then she can become upset that he is too closed up emotionally. Maybe, while he is wrestling with whether or not he should say anything (probably for fear of one of the above complications), she will decide that he doesn't have any feelings for him, not tell him, and just move on to one of the shallow pretty-boy asshats talked about a few paragraphs ago.
So, with all these confusing possibilities and complications fouling out male-female interactions, men muddle on slowly and confused. Do they tell the truth this time, or is this a case where the truth will get you slapped? Does she really not want to talk about what is wrong, or does she want you to just automatically know what is wrong and apoligize for it? Graaaaaah!!!
From now on, I just want everyone to be honest with me. If you want to say something, say it. Please don't hold back (except for you Mike and BJ . . . I don't even want to know what Mike is thinking, and I already know what BJ is thinking). Just cut through all the bullshit and come out with it already people.
As Neil Gaiman put it in "Neverwhere" -
Richard had noticed that events were cowards: they didn't occur singly, but instead they would run in packs and leap out at him all at once.
Well, I noticed that this past week or so.
I am not going to get into too many details, but a few of the highs/lows are as follows - my grandfather is on his deathbed, my godfather just got married and he and his kids are happier than I have seen them in years, we are showing two extremely long movies at work which is stretching my worknights into workmornings, my dogs have been acting insane recently, and even when I do get a chance to try and get some sleep I normally don't end up falling to sleep until the wee hours of the morning (normally around 4 or 5 in the morning).
Now that that is out of the way, I can get down to the real reason I am writing this post. The ideas behind this post started brewing last Thursday night, and I haven't found the time or energy to write them down until now.
Femmes!
I've said it before, and I will say it again - I don't understand women, and I know I never will. I don't think that there is a man in this world who truly understands women and the way their minds work. Oh sure, some guys may know how their wife thinks, but that is one woman. Women as a whole are one confusing bunch.
Now, after reading the above paragraph, many a woman would counter, "Women are easy to understand. Men are the confusing ones." Women may actually believe this argument, but the truth to that argument is that men seem confusing . . . because they are confused. Men don't know how to act around women because women say, do, and think different things. They say one thing, mean another, and think a third, but somehow they expect men to be fully cognizant of what they want.
A classic example is the "Where do you want to eat" dilemma. Most of the time when a man asks, "Hey, where do you want to eat", he will get one of the following responses: "I don't know", "I don't care", or "Oh, it doesn't matter, you pick". Do any of those three things really mean what they seem to mean? NO! They normally mean something more to the effect of "I know exactly where I want to eat, but I want you to prove that you know me and pick the place I want". Every once and a while a woman will be honest and actually say "How about (Insert overpriced eatery here)", and the man involved will internally dance a little happy dance.
Or how about the ever popular "Are you mad" question. Most women have several types of anger that they can express, and the most frustrating of these is the type where they profess to be completely calm, collected, and not in the least perturbed, and all the while they are seething inside about some slight that the man probably doesn't even realize he has committed. As the man remains blissfully unaware of his wrongdoing, the woman continues to allow her anger to build up without expressing it in any way other than to become slightly withdrawn (perhaps with a few surreptitious glares in the man's direction). When confronted about her behavior, the woman continues to deny any anger until finally exploding at the man.
Then there is always the question of what a woman wants in a man. I have heard countless women say that they look for a man who is "Smart, funny, kind" etc. etc. etc. Unfortunately I can count on my hands the number of times I have actually seen a guy who is all the things listed, but not physically very attractive, with one of these women. This is another case of women saying one thing, and their actions saying another. Far too many women date guys based solely on physical appearance, and then when the guys turns out to be an ass, complain that men are all jerks. A great many men are not jerks, but we are looked over because women are as shallow and hormonal as men (they just don't like to admit it).
Due to these - and other - situations, men have learned think things through and tread carefully around women at times, but these are not the main cause of stress between the sexes. In my opinion, the one situation which has caused more stress between men and women than anything else is the question of honesty.
Most men like to be honest about things. If a buddy is doing something stupid, men point it out. If a guy is wearing a hat that makes him look like a moron, his friends will point it out and tell him not to wear it.
Women claim to love honesty, but at times they prefer to be lied to. "How do I look?", "Does this dress make me look fat?", etc. . . . why do you ask these questions if you don't want us to be honest? If any man ever answered either of those questions with a "Sorry honey, that dress does not flatter your figure at all. Maybe you should wear that other one" he would not only be sleeping on the couch for the next week, but he would probably have a few things thrown at his head.
The question of honesty also comes into play when a guy has feelings for a woman. If a guy just comes out and says how he feels, he risks several possible complications. First, he could say it at the wrong time and make the woman upset and uncomfortable. Second, she may have no feelings for him whatsoever, in which case he has probably just flushed a friendship down the toilet by being honest. Third (and in some guys' cases most likely) he can get the always popular "I don't like you in that way", the "I don't know how to respond to that", the classic "You aren't boyfriend material", or my personal favorite "You are just too nice, and I don't want to ruin our friendship".
Of course, if he keeps these feelings in when she wants him to say them, then she can become upset that he is too closed up emotionally. Maybe, while he is wrestling with whether or not he should say anything (probably for fear of one of the above complications), she will decide that he doesn't have any feelings for him, not tell him, and just move on to one of the shallow pretty-boy asshats talked about a few paragraphs ago.
So, with all these confusing possibilities and complications fouling out male-female interactions, men muddle on slowly and confused. Do they tell the truth this time, or is this a case where the truth will get you slapped? Does she really not want to talk about what is wrong, or does she want you to just automatically know what is wrong and apoligize for it? Graaaaaah!!!
From now on, I just want everyone to be honest with me. If you want to say something, say it. Please don't hold back (except for you Mike and BJ . . . I don't even want to know what Mike is thinking, and I already know what BJ is thinking). Just cut through all the bullshit and come out with it already people.
7/04/2006
Thoughts Fermented By Boredom
After a day spent doing absolutely nothing for once, I sit here at my computer, chatting with an old friend from high school who I haven't had a conversation with in years and random thoughts have been bubbling up through my boredom. . . mayhaps it is the small amount of Canadian Whisky (that is one of the few things I will commend Canadians on - they make some decent booze) I have imbibed, but many of these thoughts are completely unconnected. To tell the truth, they are as unconnected as the bubbles I compared them to above.
-Pop-
Coincidences happen all the time. Tonight I started talking to a friend from college and she started asking about a friend I hadn't even thought of in months. Turns out one of her best friends goes to college with him and when he learned where she went he remembered that I was there. Through her I got his AIM name (funnily enough it turned out to be the same as his old Yahoo name that I used to chat with him on years ago). After starting up a conversation with him, I realized how nostalgic I get every once and a while for the simpler times of high school. No need to worry about when your various classes are . . . they are scheduled out for you in one long block every day. No need to worry about changes in schedules or whether or not a professor will cancel class on a given day or take attendence on that one day you skip . . . because they are always there and they always take attendence. Boy were those days were easier.
-Pop-
Recently I have become more aware of how my parents are having to change their perceptions of me. My dad was talking to my godfather on the phone the other night about his eldest daughter who recently graduated high school. My dad started talking about how "she can't be that old already" and "did she really already graduate?" and was about to continue on until he glanced over at me (probably because I was laughing at him). When he glanced over I just raised my wine glass (I was having a nice glass of Merlot with dinner) and smiled.
Sometimes my parents still see me as nothing more than the little boy I used to be, but then something jars their memory and they realize that I am an adult. It is refreshing to know that some part of them will always remember me as the little kid even if I can't remain as such.
-Pop-
I heard a song on the radio last night that I fell in love with. It is called "When Did You Fall" by Chris Rice. It is a really great song, with a catchy tune and some touching lyrics.
(Before anyone asks, no nothing prompted the posting of that song other than the fact that I heard it.)
-Slide-
What is it about love songs that can cause such reactions in humans? I know that I for one feel calmer and more relaxed after a nice love song or two. In fact, I try to listen to a couple such songs each night before going to sleep to relax me. I know a guy who has one of the meanest reputations I can think of, but he absolutely melts when he hears certain love songs. Love songs can pluck at heartstrings in almost anyone. I have yet to meet a person who doesn't have a soft spot for at least one love song for one reason or another.
-Pop-
Lalala . . . Purple Monkey Dishwasher
-Pop-
I have been re-reading the Wheel of Time recently and I noticed a few things that I haven't noticed before.
1. Berelain is going to fall in love with "a man in white". My guess is Galad.
2. Min predicted Moiraine's return in Book 7 (right after Rand meets with the Sea Fold) even though nothing else hinted at it until Book 11.
3. Methinks Thom and Moiraine are going to hook up. Both of them had thoughts about the other at one point or another through the books that are extremely similar to the thoughts echoed through the other couples in the book (ie. Rand and Min, or Rand and Elayne, or Rand and Aviendha, etc.)
4. I am not sure Mat is going to lose an eye as some people think. I think he is going to hand half of the main continent to the Seachan in order to save the world.
5. Logaine has been getting a raw deal through the entire series, but I think he is going to pick up things where Rand drops them after the Last Battle.
6. This is connecting the above two points and adding more - After the last battle the "Known World" will be under the control of 5 rulers. Mat will control the Western areas with the Seanchan. Lan will control the "Borderlands". Elayne will control the midlands (Andor and Cairhien). The Aiel will either choose a new Car'a'carn or break back to their clans. And finally Logaine will control Tear, Illian, and possibly to some degreee Mayene.
So has George spoken, and so shall it come to pass.
-Pop-
Well, off to bed with me now. Happy Independence Day everyone.
-Pop-
Coincidences happen all the time. Tonight I started talking to a friend from college and she started asking about a friend I hadn't even thought of in months. Turns out one of her best friends goes to college with him and when he learned where she went he remembered that I was there. Through her I got his AIM name (funnily enough it turned out to be the same as his old Yahoo name that I used to chat with him on years ago). After starting up a conversation with him, I realized how nostalgic I get every once and a while for the simpler times of high school. No need to worry about when your various classes are . . . they are scheduled out for you in one long block every day. No need to worry about changes in schedules or whether or not a professor will cancel class on a given day or take attendence on that one day you skip . . . because they are always there and they always take attendence. Boy were those days were easier.
-Pop-
Recently I have become more aware of how my parents are having to change their perceptions of me. My dad was talking to my godfather on the phone the other night about his eldest daughter who recently graduated high school. My dad started talking about how "she can't be that old already" and "did she really already graduate?" and was about to continue on until he glanced over at me (probably because I was laughing at him). When he glanced over I just raised my wine glass (I was having a nice glass of Merlot with dinner) and smiled.
Sometimes my parents still see me as nothing more than the little boy I used to be, but then something jars their memory and they realize that I am an adult. It is refreshing to know that some part of them will always remember me as the little kid even if I can't remain as such.
-Pop-
I heard a song on the radio last night that I fell in love with. It is called "When Did You Fall" by Chris Rice. It is a really great song, with a catchy tune and some touching lyrics.
You’re all smiles and silly conversation
As if this sunny day came just for you
You twist your hair, you smile and you turn your eyes away
C’mon, tell me what’s right with you
Now it dawns on me probably everybody’s talkin’
And there’s something here I’m supposed to realize
‘Cause your secret’s out, and the universe laughs at it’s joke on me
I just caught it in your eyes, it’s a beautiful surprise
Chorus:
When did you fall in love with me?
Was it out of the blue
‘Cause I swear I never knew it
When did you let your heart run free?
Have you been waiting long?
When did you fall in love with me?
When did you fall in love?
Make your way over here, sit down by this fool, and let’s rewind
C’mon, let’s go back and replay all our scenes
You can point out the hints, the clues, the twists and the smiles this time
All the ones that slipped by me
I bet my face is red, and you can hear my heart poundin’
Well I guess it don’t matter now that I realize
‘Cause baby I missed it then, but I can surely see you now
Right there before my eyes
You’re my beautiful surprise
Chorus
Was it at the coffee shop
Or that morning at the bus stop
When you almost slipped, and I caught your hand
Or the time we built the snowman
The day at the beach, sandy and warm
Or the night with the scary thunderstorm
I never saw the signs
Now we’ve got to make up for lost time
And I can tell now by the way that you’re looking at me
I’d better finish this song so my lips will be free
Chorus x2
(Before anyone asks, no nothing prompted the posting of that song other than the fact that I heard it.)
-Slide-
What is it about love songs that can cause such reactions in humans? I know that I for one feel calmer and more relaxed after a nice love song or two. In fact, I try to listen to a couple such songs each night before going to sleep to relax me. I know a guy who has one of the meanest reputations I can think of, but he absolutely melts when he hears certain love songs. Love songs can pluck at heartstrings in almost anyone. I have yet to meet a person who doesn't have a soft spot for at least one love song for one reason or another.
-Pop-
Lalala . . . Purple Monkey Dishwasher
-Pop-
I have been re-reading the Wheel of Time recently and I noticed a few things that I haven't noticed before.
1. Berelain is going to fall in love with "a man in white". My guess is Galad.
2. Min predicted Moiraine's return in Book 7 (right after Rand meets with the Sea Fold) even though nothing else hinted at it until Book 11.
3. Methinks Thom and Moiraine are going to hook up. Both of them had thoughts about the other at one point or another through the books that are extremely similar to the thoughts echoed through the other couples in the book (ie. Rand and Min, or Rand and Elayne, or Rand and Aviendha, etc.)
4. I am not sure Mat is going to lose an eye as some people think. I think he is going to hand half of the main continent to the Seachan in order to save the world.
5. Logaine has been getting a raw deal through the entire series, but I think he is going to pick up things where Rand drops them after the Last Battle.
6. This is connecting the above two points and adding more - After the last battle the "Known World" will be under the control of 5 rulers. Mat will control the Western areas with the Seanchan. Lan will control the "Borderlands". Elayne will control the midlands (Andor and Cairhien). The Aiel will either choose a new Car'a'carn or break back to their clans. And finally Logaine will control Tear, Illian, and possibly to some degreee Mayene.
So has George spoken, and so shall it come to pass.
-Pop-
Well, off to bed with me now. Happy Independence Day everyone.
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