You and Me
The Checks
Well you're dancing all through my mind like a girlfriend should
And my eyes are taped to you like I knew that you would
Oh take a picture and a bucket of tears and help yourself to the rain dear
Oh take a picture and a bucket of tears and help yourself to the rain dear
You got me caught for awhile, and I don't see no love
You made me cut back and smile, and I don't see no love
You and me
You must be all that I'm taking
Well you're dancing all around my room just like a girlfriend should
But it never amounts to truth like I knew that it could
Oh take a picture and a bucket of tears and help yourself to the rain dear
She don't dance
She don't dance
She don't do
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Monday, January 3, 2011
Even when there's nothing to write about
And so it is that time of year again. When promises are made, resolutions are formed, old habits are momentarily curtailed and new beginnings start to take shape. As a result, for about two weeks now I've been trying to figure out exactly how I feel about 2010. Why? Because until I do, I'm not entirely sure how to approach 2011.
People around me have been labelling 2010 as the best year of their lives, and so they enter 2011 with the same amount of gusto as they would as if they just knew 2011 was going to be the same. I, on the other hand, have a morbid fear of making grand statements like, 'Last year was the best year Ever.' Or, 'My life is Perfect.' Because it implies that my life has peaked in some way. That things are never going to be this good ever again. I'm more of a evaluate, re-evaluate, make goals, make new goals kind of person. Life is just boring otherwise. It stands still.
And so without further ado....
My first new year's resolution is to stop being such a friggen insomniac, so as to at least try and wake up before noon. My whole life all I ever wanted was a job that let me wake up without an alarm clock. Now I have one and somehow in the blink of an eye entire days are being wasted. Entire days in London are being wasted. As good as my skin is looking with all this beauty sleep, I miss waking up at an hour when the day still has potential.
Speaking of potential, my second resolution- travel more. Well, to be precise, travel a lot. My goal is to see a new city every month for the next six months. I also have some romantic notion of saving up some money, packing a bag and seeing where I end up. I always found that the most memorable places and events were the ones you kind of stumbled upon when you were lost somewhere. I want to get lost more often.
Which brings me to my last resolution.
A few weeks ago a friend of mine and I went and saw a psyhic for a laugh. Located in a New Age bookstore down a little alleyway near Leicester Square, this 70 year old man looked at the lines on my hands, stroked his beard thoughtfully, then pulled out his little diary, it's pages scrawled with tiny handwriting. He gestured at his notebook as he explained that I should start writing everyday, even when I have nothing to say.
To really bring home his message, when I tried to find my blog online (yes, terrible, I had to go searching for it) I found a url very similar to my own which lead me to ... another Kelly, Living in London. And evidently living in London better than me. She went to Dublin too. And to the Guiness factory. She even took a photo of the shamrocker they etch in your Guinness. Just like I wanted to but my camera failed to capture.
So, here is the first entry, albeit 3 days late, for which is sure to be 2011's greatest challenge- write something every single day, even when you think you have nothing to write about.
Game. On.
People around me have been labelling 2010 as the best year of their lives, and so they enter 2011 with the same amount of gusto as they would as if they just knew 2011 was going to be the same. I, on the other hand, have a morbid fear of making grand statements like, 'Last year was the best year Ever.' Or, 'My life is Perfect.' Because it implies that my life has peaked in some way. That things are never going to be this good ever again. I'm more of a evaluate, re-evaluate, make goals, make new goals kind of person. Life is just boring otherwise. It stands still.
And so without further ado....
My first new year's resolution is to stop being such a friggen insomniac, so as to at least try and wake up before noon. My whole life all I ever wanted was a job that let me wake up without an alarm clock. Now I have one and somehow in the blink of an eye entire days are being wasted. Entire days in London are being wasted. As good as my skin is looking with all this beauty sleep, I miss waking up at an hour when the day still has potential.
Speaking of potential, my second resolution- travel more. Well, to be precise, travel a lot. My goal is to see a new city every month for the next six months. I also have some romantic notion of saving up some money, packing a bag and seeing where I end up. I always found that the most memorable places and events were the ones you kind of stumbled upon when you were lost somewhere. I want to get lost more often.
Which brings me to my last resolution.
A few weeks ago a friend of mine and I went and saw a psyhic for a laugh. Located in a New Age bookstore down a little alleyway near Leicester Square, this 70 year old man looked at the lines on my hands, stroked his beard thoughtfully, then pulled out his little diary, it's pages scrawled with tiny handwriting. He gestured at his notebook as he explained that I should start writing everyday, even when I have nothing to say.
To really bring home his message, when I tried to find my blog online (yes, terrible, I had to go searching for it) I found a url very similar to my own which lead me to ... another Kelly, Living in London. And evidently living in London better than me. She went to Dublin too. And to the Guiness factory. She even took a photo of the shamrocker they etch in your Guinness. Just like I wanted to but my camera failed to capture.
So, here is the first entry, albeit 3 days late, for which is sure to be 2011's greatest challenge- write something every single day, even when you think you have nothing to write about.
Game. On.
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