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[Aug. 28th, 2007|12:50 pm] |
| [ | Feeling rather |
| |  loved | ] |
She was waiting at the station
he was getting off the train
He didn't have a ticket so he had to bum through the barriers again
Well, the ticket inspector saw him rushing through he said 'girl you don't know how much i missed you but we better run 'cos i haven't got the funds to pay this fine'
she said, 'fine'
so they ran out of the station and jumped on to a bus with two of yesterdays travel cards and two bottles of bud,
and he said 'you look well nice'
well she wearing a skirt and he thought she looked nice and yeah she didnt really care about anything else, 'cos she only wanted him to think that she looked nice and he did.
but he was looking at her all funny in the eye
she said c'mon boy tell me what your thinking now don't be shy
he said alright ill try, ill try.
all the stars in the sky and the leaves in the trees. all broken bits that make you trip up and grassy bits inbetween all the matter in the world, is how much i like you.
she said what?
he said let me try and explain again.
right birds can fly so high
or they can shit on your head
they can almost fly into your eye and make you feel so scared, but when you look at them and you see that there beautiful thats how i feel about you. right birds can fly so high
or they can shit on your head
they can almost fly into your eye and make you feel so scared, but when you look at them and you see that there beautiful thats how i feel about you. yeah thats how i feel about you.
she said, 'what?'
he said, 'you.'
she said, 'what are you talking about?'
he said 'you.'
right birds can fly so high
or they can shit on your head
they can almost fly into your eye and make you feel so scared, but when you look at them and you see that there beautiful thats how i feel about you. right birds can fly so high
or they can shit on your head
they can almost fly into your eye and make you feel so scared, but when you look at them and you see that there beautiful thats how i feel about you. yeah thats how i feel about you.
she said, 'thanks'
'i like you too'
he said, 'cool' |
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[Aug. 3rd, 2007|12:45 pm] |
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Perhaps it's the color of the sun cut flat
An' cov'rin' the crossroads I'm standing at,
Or maybe it's the weather or something like that,
But mama, you been on my mind.
I don't mean trouble, please don't put me down, don't get upset,
I am not pleading or saying that "I can't forget you."
I do not walk the floor bowed down and bent, but yet,
Mama, you been on my mind.
Even though my mind is hazy and my thoughts they might be narrow,
Where you been don't bother me nor bring me down in sorrow.
I don't even mind who you'll be waking with tomorrow,
But mama, you're just on my mind.
I am not askin' you to say words like "yes" or "no,"
Please understand me, I have no place I'm callin' you to go.
I'm just whispering to myself so I can pretend that I don't know,
Mama, you been on my mind.
When you wake up in the mornin' and look inside your mirror,
You know I won't be next to you, no, I won't be near.
I'd just be curious to know if you can see yourself as clear
As someone who has had you on his mind.
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[Jun. 25th, 2007|05:32 pm] |
| [ | Feeling rather |
| |  exhausted | ] |
| [ | My symphony |
| | The Fray | ] |
HA..!
I passed the Middle English exam! O.o
With a 5.5 that is, but I can't tell you how relieved I am :D
This afternoon I did R/R Lit, and was surprised to see how much I remembered from the mess I tried to imprint on my brain in the past three days.
Now it's on to the next one on Friday, but not before this:
I've put my name down for a new provincial theatre project to be performed on a beach in 'De Blauwe Stad', and to be directed by my former youth theatre director; YAY!
Worked my ass off on Saturday, but was rewarded by an awesome football-afterparty and little sleep. And a bit of wicked streetdance on Sunday.
And in a while I'm finally off to my parents again, to rest for a bit and tomorrow have coffee and pie on my birthday.
Maybe they'll get up at 5 o'clock to put up decorations and sing me a song as soon as I've woke up. Which won't be till noon, at least :) |
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[Jun. 22nd, 2007|03:48 am] |
I thought: Job -> hard work -> regularity -> healthier lifestyle.
It turns out: Job -> nice co-workers -> late nights -> drinks -> no studying.
I'm not complaining; I'm having a great time. But I'll regret it as soon as I find out the exams aren't exactly going as planned.
Maybe tomorrow I'll be able to get up in time and study some poems and plays before I go to Winschoten for the information meeting about a new theatre project called 'OCCIS', and afterward go to back to the city for a smashing dance battle in The Palace, between several crews of the (my now very own) Underground Danceclass Company.
And Saturday means means work - means late night - means sleeping in - means little spirit for reading. Again. Hm. We'll see. |
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[Jun. 18th, 2007|01:09 am] |
| [ | My symphony |
| | Pharaohe Monch | ] |
Please, let me pass ME Literature in one try, I don't want to read no old and middle English texts no more, no sir.
In other news: streetdance is going really well, and my new job comes with very nice co-workers. |
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[Jun. 11th, 2007|01:53 pm] |
| [ | My symphony |
| | Duvel Duvel | ] |
Just got a call from Jantje Zag Eens Pruimen Hangen: looks like I'll be doing the dishes after all. Tomorrow I'll have to show them what I've got. Too bad it's not waitressing after all, but who knows what prospects dishwashers have these days..?
I've got a tan! |
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[Jun. 7th, 2007|02:39 pm] |
1. I'm moving to the Vinkenstraat in about two weeks - a house to be shared with one other girl. I'll get a nice bedroom (with windows that can actually be opened), a shared living room, a kitchen (with an actual gas stove and without a bathroom and toilet attached to it) and a balcony facing South, plus access to a nice, sunny sort of grass patio/playground for the neighborhood (barbecues!!).
2. Yesterday was GET's first rehearsal in preparation for NUTS camp and other stuff, which was nice, and I'm looking forward to attending my first improv night at Sally's this evening. Theatre is nice.
3. Next week I'm starting streetdance classes at the UDC, 2 times a week, with a friend of mine. Their crews are really very good, and I have every intention of becoming as streetwise as they are ;)
4. Yesterday I received a letter from CWI with a vacancy for dish washer in Jantje Zag Eens Pruimen Hangen (in the Plantsoen). So just now I gave them a call, but unfortunately no dish washers were needed anymore. However, the guy immediately wrote down my phone number and asked whether or not I would be interested in working as a waitress, and that I'll most likely get a call soon. Unexpected, and very nice!!
5. Hopefully, when (if.....) I get my propedeuse and manage to get a fixed job (or two), I'll be spending next year making money and living with my brother in a brand new house, and successfully audition at several acting schools... I am finally planning ahead. Somewhat :)
Now back to reading that cursed 'Pamela'. |
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