One hundred thirty-two souls

Er, posts. . . . Not souls. 132 posts.

So. . . . Forty-three hours. lol One word sums it up: CRAZY! *SB voice: Weirded out!* ;)

I like listening to Josh Groban sing in other languages. In English? Not so much generally. There are a few. . . . Vincent is good. But mostly, just foreign languages. Like Per Te. I like singing that one. Mi Mancherai is nice, too. Very nice violin part. I like it.

My cousin has a rendition of "Just As I Am" that I really would like. I heard it maybe three times out at school, so it's been a while, but lately this one part keeps popping into my head, and I really like it. . . . I should ask her about it.

I think I've gotten over Michael Bubbly. He was fun for a little while, but eh. Gershwin shall never leave me though. Summertime and the livin' is easy. ;) Thanks, Mom. :)

Blackmore's Night is really good though. Ocean Gypsy is one of my favorite songs now. Thanks for that, Mike. :)

I love and hate nostalgia. . . . I love remembering the old days. I love having them to remember. But I hate it too. . . . I hate that they're gone. I hate the idea of never having that again. Perhaps "hate" is the wrong word. . . . It makes my heart sad. I miss it an awful lot.

So I think I'm finally ready to let go of TCS. . . . My message boards. Not truly mine, and yet they were. So many good memories. . . . So many good things have come from that. So many good friends. Viva la Corellian Sector.

Countdown: 9

Nine days till I'm in Minneapolis! And from there to San Fransisco. And I think I will wear some flowers in my hair. ;) (Brownie points if you know the reference. Mike, Mom, Tuesday - you can't play. lol)

Finding Nemo has a lot of fun random quotes. I like fun random quotes. "It's possible, pig." Hehehe. Ah, movies.

So today is it! This is the time - it's perfect. It's chilly and the leaves are beginning to change and it's mid-September, after Labor Day. Again, I say, it is perfect. The perfect weather. The perfect timing. The perfect day - to wear boots! =D The only question is. . . . Which ones? Black? White? Red? Short? Tall? Ah, the possibilities. =) Boots. Everything looks better in boots. Puss in Boots. Mario in a boot. Froggy Mario in a boot? You just can't get away from it. Boots are awesome.

I have to go shopping sometime in the next eight days. lol My vehicle is being used for better purposes right now though. Oh and Dave, your money is coming. Haven't gotten to the bank since I got paid, but soon! :)

Two new piano students starting in October. . . . Don't know what to do about that. lol I'm happy for the money. But I've no idea what I'm doing. How do you teach someone to read when you only get to work with them for half an hour a week? Reading music and reading words are quite similar things. You read this letter and you make this sound. You read this note and you make this sound. Kids don't learn how to read books with only half an hour a week. . . . Oh, well. It must be possible. People have done it. lol

Well, I didn't have much to say today, but I felt like talking anyway. lol Deal with it. ;)

Time.

I wrote this yesterday (Saturday) morning. I posted it on Facebook, but it wouldn't let me tag people so that seemed a little pointless. Anyway. It's morbid - you've been warned.

Seconds ticking by, I hear them
Minutes passing by my head
Hours, I've lost so many of them
So few left before I'm dead

Life is only just beginning
Just the start of what I crave
Waited such a long time for it
Far too soon, it's Death I'll brave

In the harsh of coldest winter
In the heat of mid-summer's eve
Time goes marching ever onward
Passing through like sand in sieve

Working, resting, crying, laughing
Always time to contemplate
Time to think and wonder - waiting
How quick I move to meet my fate

There he stands; I see him clearly
Better than I'd hoped he'd be
There we stand; he holds me dearly
As I share what doctors see

Such a moving of emotions
Such a groan from him is torn
How my heart is breaking for him
How, for him, my death I mourn

My beloved is my only -
Only thought and only care
How I pray he moves on quickly
E'en as now, at Death, I stare

Seconds ticking by, I hear them
Minutes passing by my head
Hours, I've lost so many of them
Not one left before I'm dead

Life was only just beginning
Just the start of what I'd craved
Waited such a long time for it
Last exhale - it's Death I've braved.

"I'm havin' a thought 'ere, Barbossa."

There really is nothing you can change when the difficulty level of Life rises. Unless you were doing something wrong before. But if you were doing right, there's not a thing you can differently to make it easier. . . . You can't stop. You can't go back. There's only one option and it's the same option you had before life got harder. Move forward; do right.

I'm not sure if that is encouraging or discouraging. . . . Probably depends on your point of view, eh? Yeah. . . .

Time seems to have moved very quickly the past couple of days. . . . Does not feel like Wednesday already. Although yesterday felt entirely too much like a Thursday. . . . Maybe that's why today feels not like a Wednesday. . . Oh well.

Texting is expensive. lol I should go job hunting this afternoon. Where to hunt though. . . . That is the question. Maybe I should move to Midland. . . . Matt and Ashlie would probably let me crash on their floor for a little while if I did find a job - just till I could get an apartment, that is. Hm.

Well, I didn't have much to say, but I've been wanting to blog for a while, so there you have it. /pokes all the other blogging peoples - Your turn now. ;)