say it soft and it's almost like praying

mood: lulled
music: various songs in me head
CPCetc: oh, jesus money, when???

I only just realised that today is the day before Christmas Eve. Christ. I don't know if that's comforting or just kind of sad. I mean... oh, FUCK! I have to get stuff for Rachel and Haley! Oh, Shit on a stick.

*makes mental note*

Well, until that, here's an Update on Life. I spent the night at Paiga's last night, which is all fine and dandy. We watched a bunch of animated films that we remember simply adoring. I saw Robin Hood for the first time in about eight years. Oh, God, I love that movie so much. I'd forgotten how thoroughly it rocks. I may have to watch it again today, simply to re-remind myself. I've decided that if I ever spawn an offspring, I'll sing the song about Robin Hood and Little John in the forest to them. That and Billy Joel's Lullaby.

Anyway, I came home this morning to discover my brother and mother and Sam all coming inside from someplace. JPalm apparently woke up with a rash of some sort and had to borrow the car to go to the doctor's, and Mum was headed to my grandparents' to help Oma get an MRI. Gee, Mum. Thanks for telling me that my grandmother was going to be trapped in a tiny little box with incessant beeping for three frelling hours. That makes me feel so loved.

Normally, I wouldn't be worried about such an event occuring. However, my grandmother has claustrophobia. Hence the issue with the box. She also contracted lyme disease shortly before I was born and has some sort of inhanced hearing ability so that you practically have to whisper around her. Hence the issue with the beeping. I'm sure she's worked herself into a splendid state.

I am thinking it's a sign
That the freckles in our eyes
Are mirror images and
When we kiss they're perfectly aligned

And I have to speculate
That God himself did make us into
Corresponding shapes like puzzles pieces
From the clay

True, it may seem like a stretch
But it's thoughts like this
That catch my troubled head
When you're away, when I am missing you to death

When you were out there on the road
For several weeks of shows
And when you scan the radio
I hope this song will guide you home

They will see us waving from such great heights
"Come down now," they'll say
But everything looks perfect from far away
"Come down now," but we'll stay

I've tried my best to leave
This all on your machine
But the persistent beat
Sounded thin upon listening

That frankly will not fly
You will hear the shrillest highs
And lowest lows with the windows down
When this is guiding you home

They will see us waving from such great heights
"Come down now," they'll say
But everything looks perfect from far away
"Come down now," but we'll say...

God. I love that song so much. I may have to pool all of my Jesus money to buy that album and then I will listen to it non-stop. That's just the kind of freak I am.

Kiri! >^.^< ~mew


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