Mrghleburgle

Have been returned for ages, but just got my laptop set up today--in my room. This is a terrible idea, because I'll be tempted to get up at obscene hours/stay up obscene hours puttering around on the computer even though it's terrible for my shoulders because the keyboard is so damn tall. I haven't got a job yet, but I've got a resume, which is the first step (I've heard). Hopefully I'll either be doing secretarial work or waiting tables at a Japanese restaurant a few blocks away from my house. I do speak a whole bunch of Japanese. I'm still sick. Just end end of it, but it's just like... the cold that wouldn't die or something.

Yesterday was James' birthday. Happy birthday, James. Yesterday was Geoff's birthday too. Happy birthday, Geoff.

I hear there are more parties tonight, but if I stay out as late as I did last night again, I will shoot myself right in the face. Especially because I don't have a job yet and all I've done is played a bunch of WoW and RO and grumped around a bit while eating Goldfish crackers. I feel terrible about it, but I don't want to interview for jobs until I'm not a sniffly mess. I'll probably have to end up doing it anyway, which will just make me feel worse for not doing it earlier. It's really cold outside for summer.

/grump
/eat goldfish

p.s. my socks are way too small.

outside right now

I can't explain, but
oh, how the rain sounds as loud as a lover's words
now and again
I'm afraid when the sun returns.
But when the sky is grey and cold
I sit in the dark of my room to watch the trees
And remember a happening never done
where we sit on the porch in a blanket
I'll make the chocolate,
and marvel at the sky.
I won't look at you, even if you at me
but the little smile
will tell you why
I let you sit here next to me.
Welcome, but gone, I'll sit alone
comforted by the poet's words.
Make me a bard, my dear
make me a song.
The world will ne'er hear it
when you sing along.

The dark and the light, I think
keeps me aware
of the places I go when I'm sleeping
But the dark of the night is quite
different than this
where the light of the sky is still shining.
I barely see the clouds
I barely feel the cold
I barely know the trees, but they're there--see
and I barely see you,
I barely feel you
I barely know you,
but the quiet I feel when I'm watching the trees
makes me sigh.

Oh, how the rain sounds as loud as a lover's words
now and again
I'm afraid when the sun returns.

Make me a bard, I say
make me a song
The world will ne'er hear it
though you sing along.

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