Me: "Yeah, I don't like umbrellas because they multiply your chances of being struck by lightening."
Neil: "Yeah, there are a lot of things about umbrellas. For instance, this is called...something...a golf umbrella? Well, why the hell would you be playing golf on a day like this?"
Before guitar, I put on jeans and sandals and went running down the street in the rain to Jenna's house, my feet splashing in the warm, filthy puddles. Then I turned around and ran back.
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There I was, watching the waves roll in. And out. In. And out. Watching the moon, breathing, through the rain. The fury of the thunder and the glory of an unearthly light.
Present
- WistfulSparrow
- Montreal, Quebec, Canada
- There will come a day when the sun does not appear in the east. And the oceans will rise and swallow the land once more, and the trees will tear up their roots and gently float away. Search the water on that day for a small yellow sailboat, and you may find me there, whistling softly, the sea stretching on to eternity in every direction.
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- As predicted.
- I won't post too much. Just a little.
- Dear Diary. (yesterday)
- I know, I know. I can do this.
- Discovering my addiction
- We'll see if I can stand not blogging for awhile.
- I am officially a dog.
- Urgh, exams.
- Summer arrives!
- That was the stupidest thing ever.
- Kaj.
- The Pros and Cons of Blogging
- The Joy of the Starting Note
- Home, home again
- Quoth Fred:
- If all the world's a stage, I'm hiding in the curt...
- One greatest hits album does not a lifelong fan make.
- At least the sun's out.
- I hate arpeggios.
- For Isabelle's benefit, mainly.
- About Friday
- "This must be Thursday. I never could get the hang...
- After Guitar
- Day Three
- Okay, let me remedy that.
- Wow.
- Update.
- Bad day
- THAT's what I wanted to say.
- Another Lonely Weekend
- Short short short....
- I don't want to live a normal life.
- Everyone vote Fat Man Eating a Sausage!
- Still sick.
- Sick.
- I hate tuesdays. Ironic that I was born on one.
- A million bright ambassadors of morning
- It's still bright.
- Still eating my Easter chocolate.
- A note
- Saturday rain...hey, let's go biking!
- Post-script.
- Post-concert.
- Raining still....
- That girl in the rain? That was me.
- Flying high
- SOCCER!!!!
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1 comment:
Umbrellas. I hate it when my mom pronounces that word. She puts so much stress on the 'u'
A while back I picked up the phone, dialed, had someone pick up, and just hung up.
I hope (s)he didn't notice.
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