I don't know why it never occurred to me, but there is a real live bookstore just two minutes away from my residence. My 10-to-18-year-old self would be insanely jealous of me right now. I don't know why I don't camp out there more often.
Friday is not nearly as fun on this side of the prolonged nap known as the "nightly sleep." That's the only reason I could come up with to explain why I am posting this song. (Plus, I may be starting to like it? Mere exposure effect gone horribly wrong!)
When I push the sheets away from your face And watch you sleep all day here And when I push you away And say you simply cannot stay here
And it's all love, all love It's all love, my stupid love
When I say you take away The most important parts of me with you When I've had the greyest day You add more grey, it's just your way It's true
But it's all love, all love, ohh It's all love, all love, ohh It's all love, all love, ohh It's all love, my stupid love
You can't be the one to kill the pain anymore You let me in but then you slam my fingers in the door I've had enough but I keep asking you to give me more
What I say That is no way
It's all love, all love, ohh It's all love, all love, ohh It's all love, all love, ohh It's all love, my stupid love
Turn To Stone - beautiful rolling piano background
Let's take a better look Beyond a story book And learn our souls are all we own Before we turn to stone
Let's go to sleep with clearer heads And hearts to big to fit our beds And maybe we won't feel so alone Before we turn to stone
And if you wait for someone else's hand And you will surely fall down And if you wait for someone else's hand You'll fall You'll fall
I know that I am nothing new There's so much more than me and you But brother how we must atone Before we turn to stone
Brother how we must atone Before we turn to stone Before we turn to stone
-- I think I like Turn To Stone better because although its lyrics are shorter, it's a whole minute longer. (Not that I dislike lyrics. I just like the instrumentals/vocals balance.)
It's kind of annoying that Turn To Stone has been dubbed the Grey's Anatomy wedding song, but I guess if it wasn't, I would never have found it. I'm glad Ingrid has been getting so much TV exposure, even though her songs make me think of Meredith drowning or Izzie getting married (not that I follow Grey's Anatomy anymore).
I can't believe it took me four and a half years to liberate the back pockets on my patchwork shorts. It's not like I didn't know they were there. It's not like I didn't know they were sewn shut. It just never occurred to me to snip through the stitches. -__-
I reached the top of a climbing wall today!! (Is it sad that it was the easiest one, I cheated on footholds, and it was like my 10th try?)(don't answer that.)(but yes, it is kind of sad.) But still!
I always get a little happy and sad when I visit my old robotics team. On one hand, it's great to see them doing so well. They've come so far from when I worked with them, when they were still new and unsure of their skills and how they fit in with the group. Now they're the leaders of the team, those little rookies from years ago. They've designed amazing mechanisms that are elegant as well as rock-solid (lookin' at you, SN and SS; and no breakdowns?!). They lead the following generation and have taught them how to machine and design, and that generation will teach its own rookies, like a never-ending staircase of teaching. (lol)
But it's kind of awkward when they used to ask me for help earlier this year, since I pursued a different field in college and haven't machined or designed anything in ages. I don't feel like I can provide any useful advice since they've designed and tested their creation for so long, and they know how it works backwards and forwards. They know its strengths and weaknesses so much better than me; how can I possibly tell them anything they didn't already know? They're fine all by themselves.
