I spy

Peach, Plum, Pear

We speak in the store
I'm a sensitive bore
You seem markedly more
And I'm oozing suprise

But it's late in the day
And you're well on your way
What was golden went gray
And I'm suddenly shy

And the gathering floozies
Afford to be choosy
And all sneezing darkly
In the dimming divide

And I have read the right book
To interpret your look
You were knocking me down
With the palm of your eye

This was unlike the story
It was written to be
I was riding it's back
When it used to ride me

And we were galloping manic
To the mouth of the source
We were swallowing panic
In the face of it's force

And I am blue
I am blue and unwell
Made me bolt like a horse

Now it's done
Watch it go
You've changed some
Water runs from the snow

Am I so dear
Do I run rare
You've changed some
Peach, plum, pear

Alas I cannot swim

Theres a house across the river
but alas I cannot swim,
and a garden of such beauty
that the flowers seem to grin,
theres a house across the river
but alas I cannot swim

Theres a boy across the river
with short black curly hair,
he wants to be my lover
and I want to be his peer,
theres a boy across the river
but alas I cannot swim,
and I never will get to put my arms around him

Theres a life across the river
that was meant for me,
instead I live my life in constant misery,
theres a life across the river
but I do not see
why I should please those who never will be pleased

Oh, you pretty things

Wake up you sleepy head,
put on some clothes shake up your bed.
Put another log on the fire for me,
I made some breakfast and coffee.
Look out my window, what do I see,
A crack in the sky and a hand reaching down to me,
All the nightmares came today,
and it looks as though they're here to stay.

What are we coming to,
no room for me, no fun for you,
I think about a world to come,
where the books were found by the golden ones.
Written in pain, written in awe,
by a puzzled man, who questioned
what we were here for.
All the strangers came today,
and it looks as though they're here to stay.

Nothing!

If you feel like posting a blog because you have nothing better to do but have absolutely no idea what to right about what do you do?

I think I can say that i've been sitting here for 5 minutes staring blankly at the screen trying to think of something interesting to say but sadly with no result, so here I am typing about how I have nothing to write.

I also have that feeling where i'm so bored i'm tempted to eat just for the fun of it, but theres nothing in my house seeing as its a Friday, so I have absolutely nothing to do. I suppose I could watch the footy but I don't really want to see Carlton being thrashed.

Or I could make more conversations on msn but they'd all end up either dying or becoming excrutiatingly boring. Or maybe do my homework... or not?

See? I actually don't have anything to do. So i'm going to end this and sit here being bored out of my brain now, bye!

Freeze

Hello Winter :D

I really don't understand those people that prefer Summer over Winter. In Summer you boil to death, with nothing but going to the beach or the pool or having a smoothie to cool you down, not to mention how difficult it is to get to sleep!

Whereas Winter, you can go home, rug up and have some hot chocolate or tea or coffee or even soup, and you can wear duffle coats and mittens and stockings and jeans and scarves, and you sleep so much warmer and better!
The only minus is waking up on a school day, but thats nothing.

So to all people who prefer Summer over Winter, you are officially insane.

Cupcakes

I am so happy right now.

Probably in less than an hour I will be eating homemade vanilla cupcakes and drinking english breakfast tea.
Could you think of anything better?

Last night Brigitte introduced me to Gossip Girl, and I found out how amazing it was. But we couldn't find the right disc so I had to watch it a bit ahead. But I still really liked it.

I have to go, I can smell cupcakes.