Got this feeling that today doesn't like me
The air tastes like flowers and paint
There's a sink full of bottles and cutlery
And the car has got a list of complaints
I just wish I were a toothbrush or a solder gun
Make me something somebody can use

We can wish on the pop of a lightbulb
Or those photos lying yellow and curled
Loose in boxes near abandoned electronics
In the corners of the basements of the world
Guess our wishes don't do dishes or brake repairs
Make them something somebody could use

Got a face full of ominous weather
Smirking smile of a high pressure ridge
Got more faults than the state of California
And the heart is a badly built bridge
Seems the most I have to offer doesn't offer much
Make it something somebody could use

Make this something somebody could use

I haven't written anything creative (unless you count my IB extended essay) for a long time. If ever.

Morwen appeared first in an English assignment in grade 10. And never again, though I tried to resurrect her later that year. She doesn't like being told what to do, though, and refused to cooperate with the process. She showed up today without warning, indifferent to the fact that she'd been gone for 5 years.

She brought a friend.

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I abhor the QoD format of these questions, but I have to mention the time at camp we discovered, 1 hour before the evening game, that we needed a cord to plug my laptop into a guitar amp. Destroyed a pair of old speakers. Stole a knife from the kitchen to cut and strip the speaker wire, cut and strip the end of a random cord we found in the back of the chapel, and through trial and error determined which wires to splice together to make the whole contraption work. Add some electrical tape and we had everything wired up with 20 minutes to spare. It was wonderful.

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33 through 45 isn't a large score spread. With only 11 distinct scores, everything save pediatrics is technically in the top 10. That said, I did always think psychiatry would drive me crazy. And I wonder why peds scored so low.

I really don't know where I'm headed. It's like high school all over again!

if I am lost for a day
try to find me,
but if i don't come back
then i won't look behind me.
all of the things i thought were so easy
just got harder and harder each day

december is darkest,
and june is the light.
but this empty bedroom won't make anything right.
and out on the landing
a friend i forgot to send home
who waits up for me all through the night.

calendar girl, whos in love with the world
stay alive...

i dreamed i was dying
as i so often do;
and when i awoke
i was sure it was true.
i ran to the window
threw my head to the sky,
and said whoever is up there,
please don't let me die

i can't live forever.
i can't always be.
one day i'll be sand on the beach by the sea;
the pages keep turning,
i'll mark off each day with a cross
and i'll laugh about all that we've lost.

calendar girl, who is lost to the world
stay alive...

January Febuary March April May, I'm alive
June July August September October, I'm alive
November December, yeah all through the winter
I'm alive

I'm alive.

-Stars

I dreamt last night of sirens
By flashlight I had found you
You just held my hand
By the bright lights in some ICU
Even the planless have a plan

I can't write love songs when I'm on these things
I'm affable, responsible, but hard to be around
It's correctible and they're right you know
It's as easy as it sounds

It's all as easy as it sounds

I dreamt last night I saw you
A single spark explosion negotiating with the dead
By the bright lights in some ICU
On my chest you put your head
And said "There you are
There you are
There's my heart."

-Matt Good

Let Go.

Belatedly:
( Courtesy of Cindy )