Monday, February 11, 2008

"Storm" --Lifehouse

"I know you didn't
Bring me out here to drown.
So why am I ten feet under
And upside down?
Barely surviving
Has become my purpose
Because I'm so used to living underneath the surface.

If I could just see You
Everything would be alright.
If I could see You
This darkness would turn to light.
And I
Would walk on water
And You will catch me
If I fall
And I
Will get lost into Your eyes
And everything will be alright,
You know everything is alright."

I'm stuck here again. I am proud, though. When will I learn to let go? Define and analyze the significance of the following: Rhetoric, analysis, ogive, histogram, "My Pleasure!", George Washington, 54%, 63%, Treaty of Paris, bien, ah-no bien. Lack of insight/desire + honesty= loss, ¿Tu comprende?  Life - friends/denial = guilt. 
True or False: Sleep-False, Study-True, Quiet Time: False, Work-True, Church- [blank]. 

Grade: F


Tuesday, February 5, 2008

Rockee- What Did I Tell You?

Hey guys:

Guess who's off of flippin' grounding now? :)

[can anyone say (PAR-TAY!!) ?]

Revolution Weekend, WOOOOOOOOOOT!!!!!!

Sunday, February 3, 2008

1:11 AM (make a wish)

Another long day, another late night. But I feel good now. I feel vigilant. The sun is going to rise in a few hours. Maybe I'll wait for it. Maybe I'll close my eyes. But if I close my eyes, I'll miss it; I'll miss the sunrise. How often do I miss things? How often are my eyes closed? I don't know. 

Falling isn't as bad as it seems.
You let go, let go, loosen your hold,
Because there's nothing left to show
And the ground beneath your feet
Is soft, and it slowly crumbles away.

Let's blur the line of reality and dreams,
Close your eyes, close your eyes,
A thousand falls from only one try,
One try that makes your heart stop
But another day keeps you breathing. 

Climb up on your roof and stand,
The sun comes up, comes up slowly
With the world that begins glowing
While you wait, it's always waiting
For you to move, to let you down. 

And sentimental rain drops like sand,
From a weary sky, a weary sky,
Open up the fist that intertwines
The love and distress you're holding,
Because falling isn't as bad as it seems.