The Gang
This weekend in Athens rocked out. Check out Reza's version of Wicked Games played on Saturday. More pics to come. Big Ups to the Castrop family and all the Athens folks who make us kitty kats feel welcome!
Love ya'll
Sunday, November 27, 2005
Weekendfest 2005
Friday, November 18, 2005
Monday, November 14, 2005
Dead Ball
Saturday I went to the OSU game with my Papa. We had a good time and OSU won 48-7. Script Ohio was awesome as usual.
My weekend was busy and exhusting. Trying to stay overwhelmingly busy. This month I am playing Doggie Au Pair, Coordinator, Babysitter, and job hunting. The event upcoming should be good, hopefully if they listen to what I advise. The guest list will be a little - cRzaY - enough said.
I received my scheduled "attitude adjustment" Sunday afternoon. It was sort of a clensing for me in some way. As the tears flowed and my ears took in reminders, I reached a new level of acceptance of coping with this madness. I woke up a little refreshed, still I hyperventalate a bit. But maybe that is me trying to catch my breathe still. I still don't like the situation, but I am that much closer in letting it go. Honestly, I think I'm a afraid I'll lose a part of me I'll never know or see again.
Like a football in motion and dropped - "dead ball."
Definition: The period of time between plays when the ball is no longer in play, which is determined by the officials signaling the play to be over. A ball that is no longer in play, that is, a ball that is not held by a player or loose from a kick, fumble, or pass.
I'll be aight...
Friday, November 04, 2005
Big Ups to Doovie
"Doovie" got it right with his quote for November 1, 2005. Big ups kid, big ups....
- Bella -
- Bella -
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
You and I Both
Was it you who spoke the words that things would happen but not to me
Oh things are gonna happen naturally
Oh taking your advice I'm looking on the bright side
And balancing the whole thing
But often times those words get tangled up in lines
And the bright lights turn to night
Until the dawn it brings
Another day to sing about the magic that was you and me
Cause you and I both loved
What you and I spoke of
And others just read of
Others only read of the love, the love that I love.
See I'm all about them words
Over numbers, unencumbered numbered words
Hundreds of pages, pages, pages forwards
More words then I had ever heard and I feel so alive
You and I, you and I
Not so little you and I anymore
And with this silence brings a moral story
More importantly evolving is the glory of a boy
Cause you and I both loved
What you and I spoke of
And others just dream of
And if you could see me now
Well I'm almost finally out of
I'm finally out of
Finally deedeedeedee
Well I'm almost finally, finally
Well I'm free, oh, I'm free
And it's okay if you have go away
Oh just remember the telephone works both ways
And if I never ever hear them ring
If nothing else I'll think the bells inside
Have finally found you someone else and that's okay
Cause I'll remember everything you sang
Cause you and I both loved what you and I spoke of
And others just read of and if you could see now
Well I'm almost finally out of
I'm finally out of, finally, deedeeededede
Well I'm almost finally, finally, finally out of words
Have finally found you someone else and that's okay
Cause I'll remember everything you sang
Cause you and I both loved what you and I spoke of
And others just read of and if you could see now
Well I'm almost finally out of
I'm finally out of, finally, deedeeededede
Well I'm almost finally, finally, finally out of words
___________
You & I Both - by Jason Mraz
Splendor in the Grass
Feel the gladness of the May!
What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be;
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of human suffering...
Poem excerpt from Splendor in the Grass...
Ode on Intimations of Immortality by W. Wordsworth
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