don't ya hate it when that happens?
Tuesday, February 24, 2004
yay! it's update blog time!!! (like i don't do it enough, sheesh) anyhoo.. painting was ok. i decided to paint the last scene from a rose for emily by william faulkner, but for some reason i just can't find the courage to be bold with the oil paint. i'm so timid... speaking of timid, people at work are under the impression that i am totally the opposite of... if they only knew... choir is ok, but it tends to drag after awhiles...
work was sooo slow today.. i saw pictures of billy gene's bro who's pretty cute, but i really need to stop looking for this stuff.... just need to concentrate on myself and career right now and just let that stuff "happen" to me.. today i was asking a lot of questions from billy gene and dave, but i should quit bugging them and do a little research on my own first.. like what to master in and how long it'll take and the like. hmmm, a friend once said that they thought mandalore had used me to fill the void... we may not have thought so, but from the outside, that does seem to be the case... how sad!
i've been drinking a lot... of chocolate soymilk that is. the silk brand is really smashing baby, yeah! (hahahha, yes i'm a dork) esp the drink boxes they sell at costco. yum.. oohhhh yyyyeahhh....
i know this is sad, but this song has so much emotion...
this is for those who've lost someone special....
Back when I was a child, before life removed all the innocence
My father would lift me high and dance with my mother and me and then
Spin me around 'til I fell asleep
Then up the stairs he would carry me
And I knew for sure I was loved
If I could get another chance, another walk, another dance with him
I'd play a song that would never, ever end
How I'd love, love, love
To dance with my father again
When I and my mother would disagree
To get my way, I would run from her to him
He'd make me laugh just to comfort me
Then finally make me do just what my mama said
Later that night when I was asleep
He left a dollar under my sheet
Never dreamed that he would be gone from me
If I could steal one final glance, one final step, one final dance with him
I'd play a song that would never, ever end
'Cause I'd love, love, love
To dance with my father again
Sometimes I'd listen outside her door
And I'd hear how my mother cried for him
I pray for her even more than me
I pray for her even more than me
I know I'm praying for much too much
But could you send back the only man she loved
I know you don't do it usually
But dear Lord she's dying
To dance with my father again
Every night I fall asleep and this is all I ever dream
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