haha this song is rather fitting.
Now I lay me down not to sleep
I just get tangled in the sheets
I swim in sweat three inches deep
I just lay back and claim defeat
Chapter read and lesson learned
I turned the lights off while she burned
So while she's three hundred degrees
I throw the sheets off and I freeze
Lids down, I count sheep
I count heartbeats
The only thing that counts is
that I won't sleep
I countdown, I look around
Who needs sleep?(well you're never gonna get it)
Who needs sleep?(tell me what's that for)
Who needs sleep?
(be happy with what you're getting
There's a guy who's been awake
since the Second World War)
My hands are locked up tight in fists
My mind is racing filled with lists
of things to do and things I've done
Another sleepless night's begun
Lids down, I count sheep
I count heartbeats
The only thing that counts is
that I won't sleep
I countdown, I look around
Who needs sleep?(well you're never gonna get it)
Who needs sleep?(tell me what's that for)
Who needs sleep?(be happy with what you're getting
There's a guy who's been awake
since the Second World War)
Who needs sleep?(well you're never gonna get it)
Who needs sleep?(tell me what's that for)
Who needs sleep?(be happy with what you're getting
There's a guy who's been awakesince the Second World War)
There's so much joy in life,
so many pleasures all around
But the pleasure of insomniais
one I've never found
With all life has to offer,
There's so much to be enjoyed
But the pleasures of insomniaare ones I can't avoid
Lids down, I count sheep
I count heartbeats
The only thing that counts is
that I won't sleep
I countdown, I look around
Hala Hala Hala...
Who needs sleep?(well you're never gonna get it)
Who needs sleep?(tell me what's that for)
Who needs sleep?(be happy with what you're getting
There's a guy who's been awakesince the Second World War)
Friday, June 09, 2006
Oh what an enjoyable day i have had. i hung out with Fry-face.we swam and swam ate a little cake and took a ride on the city bus..... So maybe i'm odd but i lovvvvve the bus i could ride for hours.it wouldn't do it justice for me to try to explain why on a blog.but yes i love the bus.i can't wait till i move to NYC then i'll take the metro for hours and hours..only 3 years!!
Hot Tamaly Microcopic Lasanga. That is what we have decide HTML stands for.
-hodge
Hot Tamaly Microcopic Lasanga. That is what we have decide HTML stands for.
-hodge
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
Monday, June 05, 2006
ok so for a few years i've wanted to learn how to plan either the pan flute or the tin whistle and harmonica.
So first i got the pan flute but it was made weird and we couldn't figure out what key it was it...just odd. Then came the harmonica which i still carry around to play when i'm bored.it came with a book and a cd that was supposed to teach you the basics unfourtuantly i finshed the book in one day and havn't learned any thing else but i can play a pretty mean "boogie woggie blues" haha. so i final bought a tin whistle a cheap one i must add but i'm rather pleased with the sound of it. so this is my apologie in advance as i do have a habit of carrying these instruments around and playing them at random times.
it's raining it's pouring the old man is snoring....
i can play that ..woot
So first i got the pan flute but it was made weird and we couldn't figure out what key it was it...just odd. Then came the harmonica which i still carry around to play when i'm bored.it came with a book and a cd that was supposed to teach you the basics unfourtuantly i finshed the book in one day and havn't learned any thing else but i can play a pretty mean "boogie woggie blues" haha. so i final bought a tin whistle a cheap one i must add but i'm rather pleased with the sound of it. so this is my apologie in advance as i do have a habit of carrying these instruments around and playing them at random times.
it's raining it's pouring the old man is snoring....
i can play that ..woot
Sunday, June 04, 2006
ok so clicking on link after link after link on peopleas blogs i came across this..correct me if i'm wrong but i think it's karen's any way i truly enjoyed this.
To all the true camp people out there: You know you are a camp person if...
-Abnormality is a compliment.
-Being at home makes you homesick
.-Dressing up only involves slightly cleaner clothes
.-Everything you have has your initials on it.
-Most of your stories start with "and then there was this one time, at camp..."
-On the job training includes "the Cup Game".
-Tater tots are its own food group.
-Sandal/watch tan lines are a competition.
-Sharpies, pens and duct tape are worth more than gold
.-Water cures all ills
.-Camp has been over for 22 minutes, and you're already thinking about next summer.
-You are convinced that there is no way you can date someone who is not a camp guy/girl, because no one else really understands.
-You can burst into song about anything.
-You can make anything out of duct tape, including band-aids.
-You can make up a song about anything.
-You can shampoo, wash, and shave your legs, etc in less than 5 minutes.
-You can think of 50 ways to use a bandanna off the top of your head.
-You don't think non-camp people can understand your summer job.
-You never wonder why camp people give the best hugs.
-You have a camp set of clothes.-You have a collection of outfits for theme weeks.
-You have about 20 mosquito bites in 1 square inch of skin.-
You have an entire volume of camp-friendly mixed CDs.
-You don't do this for the money - and you mean it.
-You know exactly how to get to camp from home by car, boat, plane or any other means of transportation.-You know that laughter, hiccups, sneezes, itching, and yawns are contagious
.-You were disappointed to find that you can't major in "camp".
-You never refuse free food.-You refer to your campers as YOUR kids.
-You save anything and everything campers have ever made for you.
-You value the friendship bracelet you got at the camp last summer more than any other piece of jewelry
.-Your "real-world" friends have limited you to only 5 camp stories a day.
-Your barter system relies on hugs, backrubs, and chocolate exchanges
.-Your closer with your campfriends than with your own family.
-Your friends know you're never home from June till September.
-Your primary method of diplomatic resolution is rock, paper, and scissors.
-Your tan lines are also your dirt lines.
-Your water bottle and sandals are as essential as your underwear.
-Your year only has two seasons.Summer and non-summer.
-You've given up time off to comfort a crying camper.
-You've used your frozen Nalgene as an icepack.
oh my ..i can't wait till LIT this year and, God willing ,working there next summer. I've wanted to work at medley since the first time i went..i actually found my journal from that week and i had wrote that in it. i don't think god is going to change that desire any time soon.Camp medley has been my home so many of my greatest memories are from camp. And to think i didn't want to go the first time..haha
Although i've been a christian since i was really little it was after chapel when i was 9 that someone prayed for me and i decided to stop tagging along on my parents faith and make it my own and that day has changed my life forever!. It's camp people that have been like familly that have influenced me and formed part of who i am today.
And to add one more thing to the list
-you know your a true camp person when you attempt to run away TO camp medley in the fall.haha
and yes...i did ..i got to the end of the street and my daddy made me come home...Oh i wish i were 10 again.
To all the true camp people out there: You know you are a camp person if...
-Abnormality is a compliment.
-Being at home makes you homesick
.-Dressing up only involves slightly cleaner clothes
.-Everything you have has your initials on it.
-Most of your stories start with "and then there was this one time, at camp..."
-On the job training includes "the Cup Game".
-Tater tots are its own food group.
-Sandal/watch tan lines are a competition.
-Sharpies, pens and duct tape are worth more than gold
.-Water cures all ills
.-Camp has been over for 22 minutes, and you're already thinking about next summer.
-You are convinced that there is no way you can date someone who is not a camp guy/girl, because no one else really understands.
-You can burst into song about anything.
-You can make anything out of duct tape, including band-aids.
-You can make up a song about anything.
-You can shampoo, wash, and shave your legs, etc in less than 5 minutes.
-You can think of 50 ways to use a bandanna off the top of your head.
-You don't think non-camp people can understand your summer job.
-You never wonder why camp people give the best hugs.
-You have a camp set of clothes.-You have a collection of outfits for theme weeks.
-You have about 20 mosquito bites in 1 square inch of skin.-
You have an entire volume of camp-friendly mixed CDs.
-You don't do this for the money - and you mean it.
-You know exactly how to get to camp from home by car, boat, plane or any other means of transportation.-You know that laughter, hiccups, sneezes, itching, and yawns are contagious
.-You were disappointed to find that you can't major in "camp".
-You never refuse free food.-You refer to your campers as YOUR kids.
-You save anything and everything campers have ever made for you.
-You value the friendship bracelet you got at the camp last summer more than any other piece of jewelry
.-Your "real-world" friends have limited you to only 5 camp stories a day.
-Your barter system relies on hugs, backrubs, and chocolate exchanges
.-Your closer with your campfriends than with your own family.
-Your friends know you're never home from June till September.
-Your primary method of diplomatic resolution is rock, paper, and scissors.
-Your tan lines are also your dirt lines.
-Your water bottle and sandals are as essential as your underwear.
-Your year only has two seasons.Summer and non-summer.
-You've given up time off to comfort a crying camper.
-You've used your frozen Nalgene as an icepack.
oh my ..i can't wait till LIT this year and, God willing ,working there next summer. I've wanted to work at medley since the first time i went..i actually found my journal from that week and i had wrote that in it. i don't think god is going to change that desire any time soon.Camp medley has been my home so many of my greatest memories are from camp. And to think i didn't want to go the first time..haha
Although i've been a christian since i was really little it was after chapel when i was 9 that someone prayed for me and i decided to stop tagging along on my parents faith and make it my own and that day has changed my life forever!. It's camp people that have been like familly that have influenced me and formed part of who i am today.
And to add one more thing to the list
-you know your a true camp person when you attempt to run away TO camp medley in the fall.haha
and yes...i did ..i got to the end of the street and my daddy made me come home...Oh i wish i were 10 again.
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