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Stop the Cavalry

One of my favorite Christmas songs that I think is vastly under appreciated. It’s odd, but so am I, so look it up on youtube and have a listen :)

“Stop the Cavalry”

Hey, Mr. Churchill comes over here

To say we’re doing splendidly.

But it’s very cold out here in the snow

Marching to and from the enemy.

Oh I say it’s tough, I have had enough,

Can you stop the cavalry?

I have had to fight almost every night,

Down throughout these centuries.

That is when I say, oh yes yet again,

Can you stop the cavalry?

Mary Bradley waits at home,

In the nuclear fallout zone.

Wish I could be dancing now,

In the arms of the girl I love.

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Wish I was at home for Christmas.

Bang goes another bomb on another town

While the Czar and Jim have tea.

If I get home, live to tell the tale,

I’ll run for all presidencies.

If I get elected I’ll stop

I will stop the cavalry.

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Wish I was at home for Christmas.

Wish I could be dancing now,

In the arms of the girl I love.

Mary Bradley waits at home,

She’s been waiting two years long.

Wish I was at home for Christmas

The Luckiest

I don’t get many things right the first time
In fact, I am told that a lot
Now I know all the wrong turns, the stumbles and falls
Brought me here

And where was I before the day
That I first saw your lovely face?
Now I see it everyday
And I know

That I am
I am
I am
The luckiest

What if I’d been born fifty years before you
In a house on a street where you lived?
Maybe I’d be outside as you passed on your bike
Would I know?

And in a white sea of eyes
I see one pair that I recognize
And I know

That I am
I am
I am
The luckiest

I love you more than I have ever found a way to say to you

Next door there’s an old man who lived to his nineties
And one day passed away in his sleep
And his wife; she stayed for a couple of days
And passed away

I’m sorry, I know that’s a strange way to tell you that I know we belong
That I know

That I am
I am
I am
The luckiest

-Ben Folds

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J.A.R.

Gotta make a plan, gotta do what’s right
Can’t run around in circles if you wanna build a life
But I don’t wanna make a plan for a day far away
While I’m young and while I’m able all I wanna do is

A side I never knew…

Nikky says: *snuggles*
Katy-Did says: *snuggles*
Nikky says: I’m out of butt plugs
Nikky says: er
Katy-Did says: wow..
Nikky says: haha
Nikky says: this is totally not the window I thought I was focused on

A side I never knew…

Nikky says: *snuggles*
Katy-Did says: *snuggles*
Nikky says: I’m out of butt plugs
Nikky says: er
Katy-Did says: wow..
Nikky says: haha
Nikky says: this is totally not the window I thought I was focused on

Domino

So I got Domino for my 5th Birthday (technically I got a bag of dog food, but the idea was implied) and she just celebrated her 14th birthday this April so she was getting up there in dog years. We had to put her to sleep this afternoon because her hips would just not work anymore. We know it was the right thing to do, but that doesn’t make our loss much easier. Dad and I also donated blood today, and when we got home, mom put it pretty simply. She said that even if we had to make the decision to end a life today, we were also able to save a couple as well.

Domino, on my parents bed

GRSSK

So for some reason I decided to watch ABC Family’s new show GR∑∑K to see how they portrayed us all. It was full of stereotypes (as predicted) and showed all sorority girls as completely vapid yet scheming beauties with every relationship, friend, enemy or acquaintance a carefully calculated social tactic and each fraternity boy is a drunken horn-dog just looking to get some. While I was sorely disappointed (but not surprised) I think my favorite part was the end when after closing with two frat boys taking shots, it fades to black with three white words emblazoned upon the screen. “Please Drink Responsibly”

The Happy Phantom, by Tori Amos

And if I die today I’ll be the happy phantom
And I’ll go chasin’ the nuns out in the yard
And I’ll run naked through the streets without my mask on
And I will never need umbrellas in the rain
I’ll wake up in strawberry fields everday
And the atrocities of school I can forgive
The happy phantom has no right to bitch

Oo who- the time is getting closer
Oo who- time to be a ghost
Oo who- everyday were getting closer
The sun is getting dim
Will we pay for who we been

So if I die today I’ll be the happy phantom
And I’ll go wearin my naughties like a jewel
They’ll be my ticket to the universal opera
There’s Judy Garland taking Buddha by the hand
And then these seven little men get up to dance
They say Confucius does his crossword with a pen
I’m still the angel to the girl who hates to sin

Oo whoo- the time is gettin closer
Oo who- the time to be a ghost
Oo who- everyday were getting closer
The sun is getting dim
Will I pay for who I been

Or will I see you dear and wish I could come back
You found a girl that you could truly love again
Will you still call for me when she falls asleep
Or do we soon forget the things we cannot see

Oo who- the time is getting closer
Oo who- the time to be a ghost
Oo who- everyday were getting closer
The sun is getting dim
Will I pay for who I been

And if I die today
And if I die today
And if I die today
Chasin’ nuns out in the yard

Updates: The story of my life that nobody really cares about yet I feel compelled to share

It’s summer vacation and I’m thankful for being able to see all of my fantastic friends. I’ll try and sort some things that have happened into categories since I’ve been home.

Birthday: I’m another year older and hopefully wiser. It was a low-key day that started out with a statistics exam that I didn’t do as well on as I had hoped but oh well. It means I’m done with math (unless I have to take an educational statistics class later on which should be a breeze now that I have this class under my belt). I then crammed myself into a car and rode home with mom where my hair blissfully absorbed all of the glorious moisture in the air and as a result I have been having much better hair days. A few other things have happened to celebrate my birthday, but overall it was relaxed with not a lot of fuss, just the way I like it.

Grades: Grades came out and if you really want to know ask me, but I’m thankful that I won’t have study tables next year in the house.

Job: I interviewed for a job and got it. I will now be spending my afternoons working down at Belfair Elementary for the Boys and Girls Club until June 13th when I will start up at the Teen Center doing their summer camp thingy. I’m excited to get money and have a reason to get out of the house but I wasn’t expecting to start so soon so it seems like my summer has been cut a little short.

Theater: One thing I miss most about Pullman is seeing all of my theater friends and just being in the general theater atmosphere. I am getting to help out with Bye Bye Birdie though and I’m getting my fix that way. I’ve also attended several productions already while home. First I saw “Noises Off” at the Paradise Theater in Gig Harbor, which is a play that I’ve heard a lot about, but I’ve never read or seen it. It was amusing and I was impressed at the timing the actors had. Next, I was privileged enough to go see RENT! (Thank You Adriana for the birthday gift!) at the Paramount Theater which was a fantastic production. I have an extreme dislike for the facility but the play was well worth my suffering knees. I also look forward to seeing West Side Story at the 5th Ave soon and it should be wonderful :D

I think that’s about it for now, and if not, I don’t feel like writing any more so I will leave you to your own lives. (Which you will invariably post in a blog at some point because that is what is expected of you)

The Passionate Shepherd To His Love

Come live with me and be my love,

And we will all the pleasures prove,
That valleys, groves, hills and fields,
Woods or steepy mountains yields.

And we will sit upon the rocks,
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.

And I will make thee beds of roses,
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;
A gown made of the finest wool,
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
Fair-lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold;
A belt of straw and ivy buds,
With coral clasps and amber studs;
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me and be my love.

The shepherd swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May morning;
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my love.

-Christopher Marlowe

P.S. Sorry about the formatting, they should be in stanzas of four lines each, 
but I can’t figure out how to work the technology to get it to behave. 
It doesn’t like me for some reason.