I am glum today. And again don't have very much to say.
I had two critiques today, both of which went swimmingly.
I went to the laundromat and sat on the washer and had a heart to heart with Eric. He and his girlfriend just broke up. I don't like seeing him sad.
My other best friend in the whole world is coming up to visit me tomorrow. I can't wait to see her. She's going to help me decorate, and then we're going shopping.
There's a baseball game tonight at the stadium near my dorm. I get to listen to muffled and echoed techno music and annoucer's voices. It's a little soothing, actually.
My roommate's gone for the weekend.
I'm out of diet coke.
I had a good food day.
And I have no food to ruin it with. I threw everything but safe foods out.
food:
b-0
l-0
d- steamed veggies (62, 0)
total: 62, 0
total: 62, 0
Love you always,
Margie.
I did, too. My mom played them, and she also sung them to me as a young child. Needless to say, I associate many intense emotions with their songs.
ReplyDeleteThis one really means what it says, I feel. It's true, a rock feels no pain, and an island never cries. I mean, they weren't just throwing pretty words together to make rhymes, like too many "artists" are, to make cheap songs. That is accurate, if we make ourselves a rock, an island...
And the verse, "I have my books and my poetry to protect me. I am shielded in my armor. Hiding in room, safe within my womb - I touch no one and no one touches me. I am a rock, I am an island..." Hits the nail on the head, does it not?