A Gift of Roses -- by Jethro Tull --------------------------------- I count the hours: you count the days. Together, we count the minutes in this Passion Play. Walk dusty miles. And I ride that train on a first class ticket, just to be with you again.
(chorus) Picking up tired feet. Back from a far horizon. Cleaned up and brushed down. Dressed to look the part. Fresh from God's garden, I bring a gift of roses: To stand in sweet spring water and press them to your heart.
Like the Kipling cat, I walk alone - Never inviting trouble, never casting the stone. But this badge of honour is of tarnished tin. Light your guiding beacon to bring this fisher in.
Too Cry You a Song -- Jethro Tull --------------------------------- Flying so high, trying to remember how many cigarettes did I bring along? When I get down I'll jump in a taxi cab driving through London town to cry you a song.
It's been a long time -- still shaking my wings. Well, I'm a glad bird -- I got changes to ring.
Closing my dream inside its paper-bag. Thought I saw angels but I could have been wrong. Search in my case, can't find what they're looking for. Waving me through to cry you a song.
It's been a long time -- still shaking my wings. Well I'm a glad bird -- I got changes to ring.
Lights in the street, peeping through curtains drawn. Rattling of safety chain taking too long. The smile in your eyes was never so sweet before -- Came down from the skies to cry you a song.
So yeah, a few lyrics tonite that I'm singing and stuff. Alot of my Jethro Tull CD's were stolen in mid 2001 when I was living at Ashford Club.. someone broke into my car and stole my stereo, my CD's and my flute. I miss my flute. I never ended up buying a new one. ;)
I thought I had something clever to say. I'm watching Alton Brown on the food network.. I wish I was as smart as he is. I'd like to hang out with him and cook and stuff and OMG.. he's making the cutest dessert wontons!!!
I want an analog thermometer like he has for frying. I want to fry stuff.
I want a cooling rack too.
And a weird wire thingy for fishing things out of boiling oil.
OMG.. eggplant. My dad would eat anything when I was growing up.. pickled herring.. pickled beets.. uhm.. some other weird stuff that wasn't pickled. But he'd never eat eggplant. That makes me say, "this man is openminded.. therefore there must be something truly wrong with eggplant." He recently lost his fear of eggplant.. so I did likewise. Reine makes a fantastic eggplant parmesan. I liked it. Therefore eggplant is not bad. Alton Brown has eggplant. I hope he does something fun.
Why must we always eat the vegetarian baba ganoush?
Mmm.. vegetarians.. ;)
Ahahahah.. I'm so random. And yet.. not.
I mean.. I AM a wizard in the kitchen.. but Alton Brown.. man.. he's so cool. He knows stuff.
Yeah, things are a tad but better this morning. I might engage in some recreational voicemailing on my lunch break to help bolster my mood for the day.
I'd normally attribute my mood to having not gotten enough sunlight, but I laid out on friday at my old apartment and then I went walking all around on saturday morning in 105 degree heat for an hour and a half. Maybe I really am being brought down by extrinsic circumstances.
My mom says the whole moving-to-a-new-apartment thing is amazingly stressful and she's surprised that I'm doing so well.. so maybe I'm not doing so well. That and I don't have my ever-awake fun-loving roommates to pal around with at 2am when I can't sleep.
But anyways.. yeah.. I think things are ok for now.. Just gotta deal with the whole transition and stuff. I guess I just need something familiar to hang on to.
I'm feeling kinda crabby right now. Not sure why.. I have a feeling of general frustration like I'm being ignored by the world in general. Its one of those days when I had five billion things that people wanted to do with me and then they didn't cancel on me.. no.. they didn't even call to cancel. It was just like "yeah.. lets go do this.. unless I don't call you and then that means its cancelled."
Ugh.
On the upside.. I got a new sword.
On the downside.. uhm.. i'm just kinda cranky and lonely tonite.. and I can't sleep.
Comcast came yesterday to hook up the cable.. Paul said that he'd be home to let the cable guy in and that it was unnecessary to have my mom apartment-sit and wait for the cable guy.
Paul fell asleep and failed to answer the door.
Comcast said that the next time they could come out would be next Tuesday from 1pm to 5pm.. a four hour window.. woo-boy.. that's service. They also said they could come today between 9am and 6pm. WTF.. this is why a TRUE free market capitalist economy is best.. not the socialistic monopoly crap.
Commie-cast.
I told Paul that it was ok and that I'd have mom apartment-sit for the cable guy today.. and so I did.. and the cable got hooked up.. so I'll be online tonight.
I told Paul not to be surprised if I murder him in his sleep.
Then I told him I was kidding.
Although he IS taking up way too much cabinet space.. and I'm being passive-agressive about it because I fear *HIS* passive-agressiveness. Bah! I miss Natalie and Jessica.. they were such good roommates. Despite the fact that they were messy as hell. They were loud and obnoxious and stayed up late and partied too much.. but that was good.. because I knew that I wasn't being too loud myself or causing too much of a ruckus.
Time will tell as to whether I actually warm up to Paul...
..I'll just have to slowly move his kitchen stuff around until I've re-taken my cabinet space without him noticing. MUHUWAHAHAHA!!!
I'd like to give my kudos to Kendal. I spoke with him last friday and he mentioned that his band had broken up. For shame because they were really quite good.
As it turns out, the keyboard player left them so he could go play keyboards on tour with the Steve Miller Band.. go figure. I always knew Kendal was badass enough to play in a band that would eventually be broken up by none-other-than Steve Miller himself.
artistic
weird
awake
frustrated
accomplished
impressed