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I want to live life, and never be cruel
I wanna live life, and be good to you
And I wanna fly
I'll never come down
And live my life
And have friends around
We never change do we no, no
We never learn do we
So I wanna live, in a wooden house
I wanna live life, and always be true
I wanna live life, and be good to you
And I wanna fly
But never come down
And live my life
And have friends around
We never change do we
We never learn do we
So I wanna live in a wooden house
And making more friends would be easy
Oh, and I don't have a soul to save
Yes and I sin every single day
We never change do we
We never learn do we
So I want to live in a wooden house
Where making more friends would be easy
I wanna live where the sun comes out
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I've learned some interesting things (of course by accident) the past couple of years. How to tell the difference between different baby cries, for example. Hungry, sleepy, pain, or just plain whining. It's funny how young they are when they start whining...

I don't always want to talk. I don't always have things to say. But I do enjoy just being in the company of a good friend, sometimes. Especially in the evenings.

March Musings

"Good things come to those who wait."
I think that's true. I also think it's true that knowledge comes to those to wait. That understanding comes. That patience develops, that strength grows, that love swells in the breast that doesn't become bitter with the waiting.

I have learned so much from //watching// and ..waiting..
(and it has been very, very worth it)

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At some point or other Jo March, full to bursting with pride and awe of Margaret, says to either Marmee or Teddy, I don't remember which, "I'm a little bit in love with her sometimes."

Words and phrases and just our language in general means so many things to each individual person...but I think I must have something of the same understanding of Louisa May and her characters. I know exactly what Jo means! Leaving any modern slant of romance out of the picture, I fall a little bit in love with people all of the time. I think it's just part of my personality, and how I relate to beauty and art and love.

I'm in love with Manda when I walk in and she's cooking dinner and taking care of two babies at the same time. I'm in love with Kevin when his fingers dance over the keys in a favoured showtune, and I'm in love with Hannah when I see how much she's in love with Kevin. I'm a little in love with Rebekah when she sits at her piano and sings Regina Spektor or plays Paul Simon on guitar, and I'm very much in love with Rachel when I watch her dance. I'm in love with Abigail when she stands naturally pigeon-toed, and with my mother when she puts the wants and needs of her family before herself. I'm in love with Jason Call when he pours his soul into a song on the Atlee stage, and I'm in love with Teddy when I stand in the back of a room watching him be easy, graceful, funny, and winsome in front of a large group of people who adore him. Every time Steponine walks into a room I fall in love with her, and every time Naomi opens her mouth I'm a little bit more in love with her. I'm in love with Danny Elfman after I see "Alice in Wonderland" or listen to "Jack's Lament." I'm in love with Chris Martin when he dances like a dweeb or sings "Fix You" and with Kyle Rodgers when he sings //anything.//

And I think I shall continue to fall in love with people, whether I know them or not. I'm glad I've been blessed with ability to do so. It makes my life happy.

[Let us just hope I don't stumble across a very sinister musical genius who croons and plays piano. I am constantly falling in love with crooning musicians, and if one of them were to form wicked designs against me while simultaneously wooing, I don't know if I'd make it out alive.

~_^]