6/20/11

What does it mean to be grown-up?

How do you know when you're there? Is it directing a play? Directing two plays? How about two at once? Is it learning to grocery shop? Enjoying a salad in the evening along with a gently spiked glass of lemonade? Is it falling in love?

Perhaps it is when you stop identifying with the young people. (Or start identifying with the old people) Perhaps it is recognising how terribly sad and gorgeous is the tale of Peter Pan. Is it learning to say 'yes' or learning to say 'no?'

Or does being grown-up lie in not being one? In looking outward and letting the inward work itself out? Does it hinge on appearances or necessitate the unimportance of appearances? Does it mean not needing - or admitting how much you need?

uncharted territory

this has been such an interesting summer.
i have been getting into so many things i've never done before.
and i think i have no idea what i'm doing.
but i'm ok with that.



"Yet, He that hath the steerage of my course,
direct my sail..."

song of the day

It's a little bit funny this feeling inside
I'm not one of those who can easily hide
I don't have much money but boy if I did
I'd buy a big house where we both could live

If I was a sculptor, but then again, no
Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show
I know it's not much but it's the best I can do
My gift is my song and this one's for you

And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world

I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss
Well a few of the verses well they've got me quite cross
But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song
It's for people like you that keep it turned on

So excuse me forgetting but these things I do
You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue
Anyway the thing is what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen

[pleasant musings of a rainy day]

Then there was rain
The sky wore a veil of gold and green
Night was the bride of a lonely day
Time just floated

Then there was rain
The sound foundations are crumbling
To the ground comes a pyramid tumbling
Time just floated away
We can watch it and stay
And we can listen

Oh rainy day come round
Sometimes I just want it to slow down
And we're separated now (I'm down)
But I love when you come over to the house
I love it when you come over to my house

Then there was rain
I spent the night with the queen of Spain
My lonely little heart well it broke again
Time so vicious

The deeper that the knife goes in
The more you win
You end up with less than where you begin
The deeper that the knife goes in

Oh rainy day come round
Sometimes I just want it to slow down
We're separated now
And oh but I love it when you come over to the house
I love it when you come over to my house

And I love it when you come over to the house
I love it when you come over to my house



[lyrics by Berryman, Buckland, Champion, Martin]

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"...but Jo felt quite in her element, and found it very difficult to refrain from imitating the gentlemanly attitudes, phrases, and feats, which seemed more natural to her than the decorums prescribed for young ladies. They all liked Jo immensely, but never fell in love with her, though very few escaped without paying the tribute of a sentimental sigh or two at Amy's shrine."

--LW, p. 236.

[love]

whhhheeeeeew.

all of these people are getting *married.* my friends and peers. It would be almost too much if I weren't so terribly excited about it all.

3 days

Guild time = (check. "Gamma Rays." <3)
Girl time = (check. Tony Hale / roadtrip.)
Boy time = (check. "AD" and conversations. so badly needed)
Baby time = (there will never be enough.)
Brother time = (band practice with Ross and a 20 minute phone call from Major McFadden today!)
Could use some seester time and bestfriend time, and a waltz....but I think I'm ok. I have all this stuff, and my bills are paid, and I'm kind of looking forward to moving into my apartment. Meeting my roomie. Putting my name on the audition sign-up sheet in the Hub. Venturing out into unknown waters.

But first I gotta go sing like Gwen Stefani and look for boots.