Monday, January 25, 2010

These aren'ts original, i only wish i could write like this :D

Swallow your pride
Make way for the new bride
Holding your tongue
When they call another winner
Oh there is more to this life
Hey Mr. Golden Deal
Tell me how does she feel
She's like the wind
That boy couldn't sail
He says I've washed these decks for years
I've carried those pails
And oh there is more to this life
Hey Mr. Golden Deal
Tell me how does she feel
Does she hold you in the night
Does she tell you everything's gonna be alright
Hey Mr. Golden Deal
How does she feel
Captain oh my captain
Steer the first mate true
The men they sing a song of fear
Ghosts of ships who failed before
And the captain he is laughing
You can't control the sea
She will always do as she pleases
It's her nature to be free
And oh there is more to this life
Hey Mr. Golden Deal
Tell me how does she feel
Do you hold her in the night
Do you tell her everything's gonna be alright
Hey Mr. Golden Deal
I know how you feel
Oh, I knowOh, I know
Hey Mr. Golden Deal
How does she feel

The question I am asking (though of course i blieve I know the asnwer) is who is she? and Who is Mr. Golden Deal?

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Last First Day

School has started, this is my last official semester of school! What will I do with myself. I have to say that i never really got the chance to recouperate this winter. I overheard a conversation of bored boys complaining that the holiday was too short, and I almost smacked them...... Maybe if I just pretend school away....... it will never catch up to me? Then I start thinking about what i DO want, and I realise i don't want to be sitting at home all day, so i might as well go to school..... I guess.

Friday, January 15, 2010

When, and why?

It is surprising, the realization I have been making the last few days. It's like I have been here before, but I can't remember when, or why. I find that I can discover a solution, but I am unable to believe that is really the solution, because it has a tendency to change in a split second. My view on life is as sporadic as a teenager's mood swings. Maybe that's my problem...... See? I don't even make sense now. I wish I could force myself to think more ...... clearly. But it all clearly comes down to the fact, that "I am not who I thought I was."

Don't worry, this is not really meant to make sense. If it did, I would be even more worried. I wish I had more confidence in my own judgment, and decisions. But even though I worry that I have grown up to be different than the person that I thought I was, the interesting thing is that, that might be a good thing.

Kara Joy