juldea: (hold me!)
From Pink's "Who Knew":
If someone said three years from now you'd be long gone
I'd stand up and punch them out, 'cause they're all wrong
I know better, 'cause you said forever and ever
Who knew?

From The Eagles' "What Do I Do With My Heart":
I'm not gonna say a word, I know I can't change your mind
You know where you need to go, I know I'll be left behind
I won't hold you back, I won't stand in your way
If you need to make a new start
But I still wanna know, when my arms let you go
What do I do with my heart?
juldea: (hold me!)
From Pink's "Who Knew":
If someone said three years from now you'd be long gone
I'd stand up and punch them out, 'cause they're all wrong
I know better, 'cause you said forever and ever
Who knew?

From The Eagles' "What Do I Do With My Heart":
I'm not gonna say a word, I know I can't change your mind
You know where you need to go, I know I'll be left behind
I won't hold you back, I won't stand in your way
If you need to make a new start
But I still wanna know, when my arms let you go
What do I do with my heart?
juldea: (Default)
Lookin' back on the memories of
the dance we shared beneath the stars above.
For a moment, all the world was right.
How could I've known you'd ever say goodbye?

And now, I'm glad I didn't know
the way it all would end
the way it all would go.
And our lives are better left to chance.
I could have missed the pain,
but I'd've had to miss the dance.

Holdin' you, I've held everything.
For a moment, wasn't I the king?
But if I'd only known
how the king would fall,
Hey, who's to say,
I might have changed it all.

And now, I'm glad I didn't know
the way it all would end
the way it all would go.
And our lives are better left to chance.
I could have missed the pain,
but I'd've had to miss the dance.

Yes, my life is better left to chance.
I could have missed the pain
but I'd've had to miss the dance.
juldea: (Default)
Lookin' back on the memories of
the dance we shared beneath the stars above.
For a moment, all the world was right.
How could I've known you'd ever say goodbye?

And now, I'm glad I didn't know
the way it all would end
the way it all would go.
And our lives are better left to chance.
I could have missed the pain,
but I'd've had to miss the dance.

Holdin' you, I've held everything.
For a moment, wasn't I the king?
But if I'd only known
how the king would fall,
Hey, who's to say,
I might have changed it all.

And now, I'm glad I didn't know
the way it all would end
the way it all would go.
And our lives are better left to chance.
I could have missed the pain,
but I'd've had to miss the dance.

Yes, my life is better left to chance.
I could have missed the pain
but I'd've had to miss the dance.
juldea: (Default)
Well Karen's scholarship obligations and mine say the same thing, "A [insert scholarship name here] Scholar must maintain full-time student status which is 12 credit hours per semester," and Karen took a semester off without problems, so I'm feeling pretty good about my chances there...

I feel bad about taking the spring off when Goldbug is coming back, but it's really the only reasonable time... I don't have the money available to take off this fall (and there are a few school things I don't want to miss), and next summer I'm going to be going to places like Japan... This coming spring is really the best time.

Maybe I should discuss this with Jason. Heehee. I know he's planning on doing his co-op next spring, so he'll probably still be in the city, working... yay :)

So, in the spirit of these decisions, I'll give everyone a snip of Rent lyrics:

There is no future - there is no past - I live this moment as my last
There's only us - there's only this - forget regret, or life is yours to miss
No other road - no other way - no day but today...
juldea: (Default)
Well Karen's scholarship obligations and mine say the same thing, "A [insert scholarship name here] Scholar must maintain full-time student status which is 12 credit hours per semester," and Karen took a semester off without problems, so I'm feeling pretty good about my chances there...

I feel bad about taking the spring off when Goldbug is coming back, but it's really the only reasonable time... I don't have the money available to take off this fall (and there are a few school things I don't want to miss), and next summer I'm going to be going to places like Japan... This coming spring is really the best time.

Maybe I should discuss this with Jason. Heehee. I know he's planning on doing his co-op next spring, so he'll probably still be in the city, working... yay :)

So, in the spirit of these decisions, I'll give everyone a snip of Rent lyrics:

There is no future - there is no past - I live this moment as my last
There's only us - there's only this - forget regret, or life is yours to miss
No other road - no other way - no day but today...
juldea: (Default)
I had an amazing dream. It was detailed and fantastic and complex. There were bichon frise dogs, friends, motorcycles, spaceships, and Queen Amidala. I shape-shifted, and I climbed through an electric fence. I saw Emerson Mounger (a random IT guy from Saxon) drive by in a dune buggy, and I hid from him because I didn't know if he was on "my side" or not. I rode a motorcycle with two other escapees and we leaned inward too far on a turn and flipped, but got back up and on the bike again.

And yet now, when I try to remember the storyline of the dream, to share it with you, it all eludes me. I get the bits and pieces, but they don't want to fit together.

Which is too much like my memory. I could never relate a story about making cheerleader in 8th grade, but I could tell you about checking the posting on the gym door to see if my number was there, or the first day I went to school in my outfit, or being introduced at a pep rally. Little 5-second bits of information. Moments.

Oh, if life were made of moments, even now and then a bad one
But if life were only moments, then you'd never know you had one.
Let the moment go, don't forget it for a moment, though.
Now I understand -- and it's time to leave the woods.

Many thanks to Steven Sondheim.
juldea: (Default)
I had an amazing dream. It was detailed and fantastic and complex. There were bichon frise dogs, friends, motorcycles, spaceships, and Queen Amidala. I shape-shifted, and I climbed through an electric fence. I saw Emerson Mounger (a random IT guy from Saxon) drive by in a dune buggy, and I hid from him because I didn't know if he was on "my side" or not. I rode a motorcycle with two other escapees and we leaned inward too far on a turn and flipped, but got back up and on the bike again.

And yet now, when I try to remember the storyline of the dream, to share it with you, it all eludes me. I get the bits and pieces, but they don't want to fit together.

Which is too much like my memory. I could never relate a story about making cheerleader in 8th grade, but I could tell you about checking the posting on the gym door to see if my number was there, or the first day I went to school in my outfit, or being introduced at a pep rally. Little 5-second bits of information. Moments.

Oh, if life were made of moments, even now and then a bad one
But if life were only moments, then you'd never know you had one.
Let the moment go, don't forget it for a moment, though.
Now I understand -- and it's time to leave the woods.

Many thanks to Steven Sondheim.
juldea: (Default)
An only child, alone and wild, a cabinet maker's son
His hands were meant for different work, and his heart was known to none
He left his home and went his lone and solitary way
And he gave to me a gift I know I never can repay

A quiet man of music, denied a simpler fate
He tried to be a soldier once, but his music didn't wait
He earned his love through discipline, a thundering velvet hand
His gentle means of sculpting souls took me years to understand

The leader of the band is tired, and his eyes are growing old
But his blood runs through my instrument, and his song is in my soul
My life has been a poor attempt to imitate the man
I'm just a living legacy to the leader of the band

My brothers' lives were different, for they heard another call
One went to Chicago, and the other to Saint Paul
And I'm in Colorado when I'm not in some hotel
Living out this life I've chose and come to know so well

I thank you for the music and your stories of the road
I thank you for the freedom when it came my time to go
I thank you for the kindness and the times when you got tough
And Papa, I don't think I said "I love you" near enough

The leader of the band is tired, and his eyes are growing old
But his blood runs through my instrument, and his song is in my soul
My life has been a poor attempt to imitate the man
I'm just a living legacy to the leader of the band
I am the living legacy to the leader of the band


I miss my father. Hopefully the Air Force will let him come home soon. He's been living apart from the family for two years now -- which they told him would be six months.

In the silly part of my brain that wants to fantasize/plan this stuff now, I realized while listening to this song that it is what I want to dance with my father to at my wedding.

I'm going back to cleaning now, I've had my soul purge.
juldea: (Default)
An only child, alone and wild, a cabinet maker's son
His hands were meant for different work, and his heart was known to none
He left his home and went his lone and solitary way
And he gave to me a gift I know I never can repay

A quiet man of music, denied a simpler fate
He tried to be a soldier once, but his music didn't wait
He earned his love through discipline, a thundering velvet hand
His gentle means of sculpting souls took me years to understand

The leader of the band is tired, and his eyes are growing old
But his blood runs through my instrument, and his song is in my soul
My life has been a poor attempt to imitate the man
I'm just a living legacy to the leader of the band

My brothers' lives were different, for they heard another call
One went to Chicago, and the other to Saint Paul
And I'm in Colorado when I'm not in some hotel
Living out this life I've chose and come to know so well

I thank you for the music and your stories of the road
I thank you for the freedom when it came my time to go
I thank you for the kindness and the times when you got tough
And Papa, I don't think I said "I love you" near enough

The leader of the band is tired, and his eyes are growing old
But his blood runs through my instrument, and his song is in my soul
My life has been a poor attempt to imitate the man
I'm just a living legacy to the leader of the band
I am the living legacy to the leader of the band


I miss my father. Hopefully the Air Force will let him come home soon. He's been living apart from the family for two years now -- which they told him would be six months.

In the silly part of my brain that wants to fantasize/plan this stuff now, I realized while listening to this song that it is what I want to dance with my father to at my wedding.

I'm going back to cleaning now, I've had my soul purge.

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