http://www.youtube.com /watch?v=Wg2Y0jUq-Lw

Half of what I say is meaningless
But I say it just to reach you, Julia.

Julia, Julia, oceanchild, calls me
So I sing a song of love, Julia
Julia, seashell eyes, windy smile, calls me
So I sing a song of love, Julia.

Her hair of floating sky is shimmering, glimmering
In the sun

Julia, Julia, morning moon, touch me
So I sing a song of love, Julia.

When I cannot speak my heart
I can only speak my mind, Julia.

Julia, sleeping sand, silent cloud, touch me
So I sing a song of love, Julia.

Hum hum hum hum...calls me
So I sing a song of love, Julia, Julia, Julia.

huckleberries

i found myself weaving snakishly through this past weekend, owning somewhat of a subconciously purposeful enjoyment in throwing myself into precarious situations. cheap wine, mercedes benz, ol saloon bar in immigrant, paradise valley, dented mercedes benz, sexism, bigotry, pretentious millionares, telling pretentious millionare aholes that they are pretentious aholes=friday night.
sloppy greasy food, bloody marys and red beer, yellowstone river, huckleberry shake, witnessing idiotic ex boyfriend behavior, confusion as to what i saw in him in the first place, pesto basil tortellini, fine cheese, cheap wine, guitar hero and wii bowling till the wee hours=saturday night.
recooperating presently. that huckleberry shake was the highlight.

personal space

good morning. i was able to sleep in today, which is brilliant in my book. i live in the top apartment of this adorable white house, where buckets of natural light stream in the various shaped and sized windows throughout. so this particular morning, i have hours, not to kill, but to absorb. a breakfast of homemade zucchini bread (thank you teunny) and freshly sliced watermelon awaits me...as i flounce around in this ridiculously large pink robe of mine, with tori amos owning pandora in the musical background, i am thoroughly enjoying my own space.

rat race

my life has turned into a cyclic display of grappling for those few blissful moments of sleep, in betwixt arduous classes and work. i am not sure if cyclic display is the right expression, more like an internal war has been waged. between my sensible passivity who likes to whistle while she works and the whirlwind tyrant that storms through life with a take no prisoners vengeance. so far, the tyrant has gained headway, running through this race so fast but forgetting to breathe....so maybe my sensibility will slowly overtake the tyrant, seeings how that grounded and well founded part of me has and will assuredly be breathing through the entirety.