This is like a day late, but:


MIRACLE IS THE BEST MOVIE SINCE BIG FISH, AND MAYBE SINCE BEFORE!

Green Eyes- Coldplay

Honey you are a rock
Upon which I stand
And I come here to talk
I hope you understand


That green eyes
Yeah the spotlight shines upon you
And how could anybody deny you


I came here with a load
And it feels so much lighter
Now I met you
And honey you should know
That I could never go on without you
Green Eyes


Honey you are the sea
Upon which I flow
And I came here to talk
I think you should know


That green eyes,
You're the one that I wanted to find
And anyone who tried to deny you
Must be out of their mind


Because I came here with a load
And it feels so much lighter
Since I met you
And honey you should know
That I could never go on without you

Green Eyes
Ooh ooh ooh ooh

Honey you are a rock
Upon which I stand

Damn it.
no, it's not schotts... it's Tim Baker. And I can't compete.

Do-Do Do-Do Do-Do-Do-Do, the worst is over...
This message board-like community our journals are sadly morphing into may be of some benefit to me right now:



Burning Question (I would ask them but i first asked myself this after school today, so if anyone posts tonight I can get an answer... if not I'll ask about it tomm):


Is there something between Schotts and Katie?

Well, just came in from Candlelight, and it all went well... I'm slightly peeved/embarrased by the fact my mom practically owns that show and shows up in half of the acts if some little kid needs a dance partner or someone to hold their music... But I guess it's alright. Everyone seems to love my mom, and I guess I can live without the parents/friends conflict.

The film festival was great. That Old One, the short film, kind of jumped around, as a man who woke up at a woman's house tries to explain to his wife that he cheated on her... and he sees like 15 scenarios of what might have happened... I liked the second one, the feature film, "Outpatient". It reminded me a lot of K-Pax in some aspects. There's this writer/borderline psychotic (Morris) who has had a traumatic past, who mixes and incorporates reality and the book he's writing into each other. He consistantly gives his psychiatrist the chapters, and when she figures out he's writing about his life in the story, she realizes that a strange man who is following Morris' love interest, Raven. She tries to figure out if it's something to do with Morris's past, and if Raven is in danger. I really enjoyed it... but I kind of am split between whether the ending was hokey or if it was brilliant, or even 'pretty good'... There was a big revelation that happened like really fast, but if you look back you may have seen it coming. It had me surprised.



And three final words: Chemistry's A Bitch.

Nobody can believe HOW PISSED I AM at the world right now. What with all the surprise Chem paper, 4 math assignments, A group history project that I am somehow doing all of, despite my being absent up until the day it is due, plus other things. I cannot blame anyone for any of this besides the history. That's what I am pissed about. But the other stuff--- circumstantial. But it only adds kindling to the fire.



I regret not being able to go to the Rink with Katie again, but that's out of my control.





Why is it so hard to sit back from the steering wheel and let the world drive for a while?

Uncle Skip always tried to get me to play football. He would say I'd be good as a lineman or a linebacker, whatever i set my mind to. He loved the Packers, and I always wanted to go up to Lambeau with Jim, Chris and him...

My Great Uncle just died this afternoon...

I just took a two hour nap, and I feel much better. My cough is going away, my nose is still running though, but my eyes aren't looking all bloodshot and cloudy, and my sinus pressure went down dramatically.

It's amazing what a few hours extra sleep can do.


I'm considering going to the film festival next weekend. A lot of the films look very good. maybe I can get some people to go with me.

Sick Sucks.
I've been feeling sick since Thursday night, and it really sucks. (Why do I feel like I should elaborate here, and say some thought provoking thing, yet I can't.)

The doctor put me on a cocktail of meds yesterday afternoon, and I'm starting to feel better already, but i didn't go to play for the risk of infecting people/wearing myself out. I didn't get to go skating last night, which really bummed me out. Katie sounded really disappointed too when I called her to tell her I wasn't coming. (Why does it always seem when the rare occasion comes that my friends want to do something I am unavailable... It really pisses me off.)

"Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots" is amazing. I absolutely love it.


Super Bowl tomorrow, and I'm very excited. Go Pats!

I have minimal homework this weekend, including that Yellow Wallpaper letter to write.

check my livejournal for my Friday Five:

www.livejournal.com/users/cptjacksparrow

I can't imagine all the people that you know
and the places that you go
when the lights are turned down low
and I don't understand all the things you've seen
but i'm slipping inbetween
you and your big dreams
it's always you
in my big dreams

and you tell me that it's over
wake up lying in a patch of four leaf clover
and your restless, and i'm naked
you've gotta get out
you can't stand to see me shaking
no
could you let me go?
I didn't think so

and you don't wanna be here in the future
so you say the present's just a pleasent interruption to the past
and you don't wanna look much closer
cuz your afraid to find out all this hope
you had sent into the sky by now had crashed
and it did
because of me

and then you bring me home
afraid to find out that you're alone
and i'm sleeping in your living room
we don't have much room to live

I had these dreams that i learned to play guitar
maybe cross the country
become a rock star
and there was hope in me that i could take you there
but dammit you're so young
well i don't think i care
and if i hurt you
then i'm sorry
please don't think that this was easy

then you bring me home
cuz we both know what it's like to be alone
and i'm dreaming in your living room
we don't have much room to live

and konstantine is walking down the stairs
doesn't she look good
standing in her underwear
and i was thinking
what i was thinking
we've been drinking and it doesn't get me anywhere

my Konstantine came walking down the stairs
and all that i could do is touch her long blonde hair
and i've been thinking
it hurts me thinking that these nights
when we were drinking no they never got us anywhere
no

this is because i can spell konfusion with a k
and i like it
it's to dying in another's arms and why I had to try it
it's to jimmy eat world and those nights in my car
when the first star you see may not be a star
I'm not your star
isn't that what you said
what you thought this song meant

and if this is what it takes
just to laugh at my mistakes
and live with what i did to you
and all the hell I put you through
I always catch the clock
it's 11:11
and now you want to talk
it's not hard to dream
you'll always be my konstantine

konstantine, they'll never hurt you like i do
no they'll never hurt you like i do
no, no, no no no no no no

this is to a girl who got into my head
with all the pretty things she did
hey
you know
you keep me up in bed
this is to a girl who got into my head
with all the fucked up things i did
hey
maybe
baby
you could keep me up in bed
my Konstantine
spin around me like a dream we played out on this movie screen
and i said
did you know i missed you? [x7]
oh god i miss you

and then you bring me home
and we'll go to sleep, but this time, not alone, no no
and you'll kiss me in your living room
i know
you'll miss me in your living room
cuz these nights i think maybe that i'll miss you in my living room
we don't have much room
i said does anybody need that room?
because we all need a little more room
to live

my Konstantine