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I'm speechless about the Columbia. We heard about it coming back from the lunch break during crew. When I got home, Daddy asked if I had heard about it and said that there were no survivors. *sigh*

And apparently my uncle isn't doing well. Mama told me that this morning. I didn't think he would be. I'm pretty sure he's reaching the end. I don't care much for the man...he's a horrible person that I wish I weren't related to...but it scares me that he's the first of my parents' generation to hit that point.

They say bad things always come in threes...

My cousin Lisa is also not doing well. The surgery left her almost completely unable to breathe and she's had some serious complications. And she's still so young. It kills me.

My cousin-in-law's father also passed away a couple days ago. His wake is tomorrow, though he's far enough removed so that I don't have to go. And for that I am glad.


At crew, I strained my back, or did something to fuck it up...because it hurts pretty badly. And we did a lot of hard work today. And didn't get a fraction of the numbers we were supposed to. And I was the only Stage Manager there. As far as I'm concerned...there really only needs to be one anyhow.

I'm tired again. Always so tired. What's wrong with me?


On a slightly lighter note,
I'm an apparently intelligent, liberal, not-too-generous, not-too-selfish, relatively well adjusted human being!
See how compatible you are with me!
Brought to you by Rum and Monkey

And lyrics -
I Will Not Take These Things For Granted - Toad the Wet Sprocket
One part of me just wants to tell you everything
one part just needs the quiet
and if I'm lonely here, I'm lonely here
and on the telephone
you offer reassurance

I will not take these things for granted

How can I hold the part of me that only you can carry
it needs a strength I haven't found
but if it's frightening, I'll bear the cold
and on the telephone
you offer warm asylum

I'm listening
flowers in the garden
laughter in the hall
children in the park
I will not take these things for granted
anymore

To crawl inside the wire and feel something near me
to feel this accepting
that it is lonely here, but not alone
and on the telephone
you offer visions dancing

I'm listening
music in the bedroom
laughter in the hall
dive into the ocean
singing by the fire
running through the forest
and standing in the wind
in rolling canyons

I will not take these things for granted

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