Eighteen

"Flames, on the contrary, failed to consume...nor did they melt the crystalline, quick-melting kind of heavenly food."
Wisdom of Solomon 19:21

Nineteen

So I missed last week. Beetles. That puts us a week behind schedule.

School is coming back. Its weird, cuz I thought that starting this next term was going to be a slower more relaxed start. But for some reason I'm already stressed out.

Music: makes me happy
Zombie Apocalypse: Left 4 Dead
Herby: a little yellowish

oh and for music, lets try the song Clumsy by Fergie. Ben and I listened but we didn't sing or dance at all to it on the way home. maaaaan, freshman year

I reserve the right to edit this post when I have something interesting to say.

Twenty-Zero

For lack of anything better, here are some lyrics I wrote.


There's a yellow door in Cashel
Where a poor girl used to live
And I would visit her at eventime
To see what I could give
Because her face was like the moon
And her eyes they shone so bright
That even though the stars were out
They didn't show at night.
And then one day I came home
To find her standing there
She was dressed like Buddy Holly
And gold was in her hair
So we left the town a-twinkling
One warm night in June
And she danced beneath the moonlight
While I played a simple tune

The smoke rings from the chimneys
They never look the same
But that yellow door on queen street
All it does is fade
And while we both lit up a cigarette
I turned round to her
"May I kindly have this dance?"
She smiled, I was sure.
So I gently took her left hand
And started up a waltz
We got around the sun
But when we finished I was lost.

But life, you know it changes
There's people I forgot
We all tell our sad sad tales
In one gigantic plot
But that moonlit girl in Cashel
And that faded yellow door
One day I'll come back to them
And live forevermore


And then some lyrics from my favorite thirty second Beatles song.

Her Majesty 's a pretty nice girl
but she doesn't got a lot to say.
Her Majesty 's a pretty nice girl
but she changes from day to day.
I wanna tell her that I love her a lot
but I got to get a belly full of wine.
Her Majesty 's a pretty nice girl
someday I'm gonna make her mine,
oh yeah,
someday I'm gonna make her mine.


Music: Noah and the Whale
Zombie Apocalypse: Not yet.
Mr. Herb: M.I.A.