Today was one of those days where I wore a shirt that I forgot has shrunk in the wash, and thus felt like I was sporting a muscle shirt; I promptly took it off as soon as I got home. I have a computer and a radio in this room that are both capable of playing cds, but right now I have my headphones on. I sometimes like to have no other sounds than ( Read more... )

I got off the phone tonight; I felt fine, but at the same time a piece of me was brought to incompletion. We all have differences, even the most attracted pairs; that doesn't bother me, I actually prefer it, what doesn't settle is that it doesn't cross my mind until it first crosses hers. Surely you've had a late hour in which you didn't feel ( Read more... )

Good day say I to the flowers low ( Read more... )

I liked the rain, it was warm. I looked like I had fallen in the lake when I got to the school, but I don't mind being a laughing stock. Two hours of testing left me dry, and I didn't get much when I saw her which didn't feel horrible; I hoped for a hug but people have things on their mind all the time, it can't be helped. I've had so many good ( Read more... )

Tuesday night choir practice in the sanctuary was by some means therapeutic as always, but again I watch Meg direct and her eyes scan the music, and I feel this tremendous burden as I stand where her husband once did; it reaches me unfair that I should be the one to live to that standard- maybe I'm even better than he ever was, but I'll always ( Read more... )

This day has been a long day; not jagged at it's edges but lengthly to be sure. With the distribution of the paper, and 80% health, the voices each hour just didn't feel kind to me. I love play practice but even then I had to walk to the back of the theater for a few minutes and just feel the further off noises being absorbed away. That was quite ( Read more... )

A day doesn't pass without her beauty shouting to me, but there are some days where she just looks so good, and each smile seems new; the way she moves speaks of intrigue, yet grace too breathes suitably. These thoughts see fit to swim my oceanic psyche forever, and so the muscles of my face become an outlet, bringing a line of joy and content from ( Read more... )

Corey Ford. This evening his grandmother was driving her scooter to the grocery store, in Florida, and was killed on impact by an oncoming car. Corey is in many respects a stoic; knowing him better than any other human does, I'll sadly have you know that the most emotion he leaks out of his corrective lenses is the rage induced from a bullying, and ( Read more... )

Xfactor was really nice tonight; we had a new guy, John, that was there for his first time. And Sarah had to show him out as FLC is a big place and he could really find his way, and apparently he told her that he hadn't been to something so awesome in a long time. The other thing he mentioned was that he loved the music; he had never really heard ( Read more... )

The morning after the storm passed, my dad and I got down to my grandparents' house to get their shoveling done. When we had that precipitation cleared away, we went in for a few minutes to say hello. Since his stroke, my grandfather's been making his way around by way of walker; I saw him come around to the kitchen, making blunt noises synonymous ( Read more... )