it's that time

to say goodbye. thanks semisonic for lyrics to wrap this up.

Closing time
Open all the doors and let you out into the world
Closing time
Turn all of the lights on over every boy and every girl
Closing time
One last call for alcohol so finish your whiskey or beer
Closing time
You don't have to go home but you can't stay here

Closing time
Time for you to go out to the places you will be from
Closing time
This room won't be open till your brothers or your sisters come
So gather up your jackets, move it to the exits
I hope you have found a friend
Closing time
Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end

we are but a short one hundred eight day blip on their lives. one hundred eighty days in the span of a lifetime is nothing. you never know who will remember you and who will not. sorry to most of my teachers...i don't remember you. those one hundred eight days were but a small speck on my life. time will tell.

now it's the end in the beginning.

uninspired

there are words floating around.
they bounce from place to place.
they are out there for the taking.
i can not find them.
there is nothing inspiring to meet the needs of my mind.

i long to find the elegant prose to dance off the page.
to entertain the hearts and minds of the readers.

is there a road map out there to help me along my way?

pressure point

note to self. when asking someone if the sun roof is open. NEVER under any circumstances stick your hand up there to see if it still open. because if you do then that person may just close the sun roof without answering your question. also it is criticial that they do not look up to see what you are doing.

for those of your that have not had your fingers closed in a sun roof let me tell how it feel. there is a pressure that feels as though it is trying to make your fingers flat as a pancake. the sun roof longs to be closed nice and tight. it does not matter who or what you are. it just wants to be reunited with its friends that it missed so much while they were seperated.

once it is back open. you are free. and it is bliss.

bare feet

i'm having a flashback to last week. i walked into a house to this evening and was expected to take off my shoes. i had never met this person person. so here i am extending my hand for the hand shake with my midnight blue toe nails popping out. talk about feeling totally akward. is your floor really that important? they are meant to be walked on. you have wood floors. my shoes are thin as paper and smooth like silk on the bottom. i tracked no water, mud, or dirt into your home....and yet i stood with my blue toes screaming out...look she didn't expect to remove her shoes today. for i would have selected a more appropriate color for walking around barefoot...like red or pink or light purple. or maybe teal.

but people please think of others when you ask them to remove their shoes.

the mighty have fallen to the weak

don't ever be fooled the next time you meet the 'oh so sweet and innocent' first grade teacher. they are pure evil. it must be being around extremely small chilren all day that causes them to need to control other around them at all cost.

so i the mighty. have fallen to the seeminly weak. i have join the ranks of all the bloggers out there.

she better watch out though...mine may be better than hers....