"Wakeful dreamers, I pass them on the sunlit streets."

Oh trouble, right here in river city.

Probably, actually... probably in this city, as well. But. I'm beyond it today. (I know, good for me, right?) Too much to do to be unhappy and upset with petty things... sometimes being busy is good, I guess. Tomorrow is Wednesday, which makes me happy. A whole day at home with nothing but homework. The only unhappy thing is not that Thursday is college, but that Friday is GS. I'm sick of GS already. So let's not think about that....

Katrina left a Weepies cd behind for me when she moved to college. Kate had it all this time but I finally got it last night and now have every song memorized. Wondrous people they are.

Tonight is "Dancing with the Stars". I've learned to love that show... and, tomorrow night is the season premier of "Pushing Daisies". I saw one episode of it last year and loved the style, even though I didn't get what was going on... but on premiers they recap so I'm hoping to start up this season. The whole dancing in bee-keeper outfits, kissing through ceran-wrap, things... quirky but cute. Not to mention the guy's eyebrows, which Kate is sure are sympathetic ones.

This song is my hero right now. It's just so soothing to me for some reason... it brightens me up after all this Damien Rice, Eliot Smith, and Sinead O'Connor music I've been listening too....


Thunder rumbles in the distance, a quiet intensity
I am willful, your insistence is tugging at the best of me
You're the moon, I'm the water
You're Mars, calling up Neptune's daughter

Sometimes rain that's needed falls
We float like two lovers in a painting by Chagall
All around is sky and blue town
Holding these flowers for a wedding gown
We live so high above the ground, satellites surround us.

I am humbled in this city
There seems to be an endless sea of people like us
Wakeful dreamers, I pass them on the sunlit streets
In our rooms filled with laughter
We make hope from every small disaster

Everybody says "you can't, you can't, you can't, don't try."
Still everybody says that if they had the chance they'd fly like we do.


I drew a picture last night that went with that rather beautifully. Anyway, time to go do... something... the thought of being at home tonight makes me incredibly happy. Not an ecstatic sort of happiness... a quiet sort of ease. Which, in turn, makes everything seem much better...