So that went rather well, I think. Right now I am sitting in my kitchen listening to my dogs bark at something unknown outside the door. I'm quite hungry, but I'm resisting that urge so that I can type.
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Okay, I'm back *says Sofie, her mouth full of cracker and margarine.*
I think I have a new favorite current song. It's called "Operation American Freedom" by the amazing Kyle Smith. I just newly discovered his music and it's phenomenal. Apparently there's nothing on him anywhere.
Send me your poor, your weak, your misinformed, and I will send them overseas
While the papas and the mamas spend each and every night on their knees
He said she said, "I won't let you take my son, despite his bravery."
Well mama, I'll be back someday, and you can be proud of me.
Well I won't forgive you for this.
I won't forgive you for this.
Cuz' now I'm never coming home.
I used to be proud, but now I am alone.
I think about a war in life, the paparazzi down and pray.
I think about the empty caskets rolling on into the bay.
I think about a patriot takes away my right to speak.
And the hand that rocks the cradle is that same hand that rocks the weak.
My sin, my right, my convocation, as invisible as the line.
That separates the right from the left and the blessed from the left-behind.
So sit and watch those fireworks and breathe in the gun-powdered air.
That is the smell of freedom- that is the smell of care.
And I won't forgive you for this.
How can I forgive you for this?
Cuz' now I'm never coming home.
I used to be proud, but now I am
Alone.
I really do believe that is genius. Unfortunately, there's nothing about him anywhere. I found him on
Last.fm, which is absolutely amazing if you want to find obscure songs, but not that great when you want information! It also has some wonderful free mp3 downloads, such as the above song.
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Today was such an odd day. I woke up after having a weird dream, but I can't remember it any more (I never can- maybe tomorrow I'll be conscious enough at that time to remember to type it out.) My sister didn't catch the bus, so I got my own seat, which was nice, but I had to finish reading the assigned part of
Fahrenheit 451, which meant no music or else I would have no concentration whatsoever (which was disappointing considering the wonderful new group of songs I had finished uploading to Zivvy (my purple iPod Shuffle) last night.) After Class Meeting that day, I became really upset about my dad (well, I haven't seen him in
months) so I went to talk to Mr. Sears during advisory. That was really nice, actually. I had gotten Advil for my headache there earlier this morning, so the office became a regular destination for me today. Anyways, Mr. Sears came up with the wonderful idea of my getting a part-time job within walking distance from my house, so that I could use the money in order to buy my dad plane tickets to come visit us. I'm thinking Smoothies (<3) style="font-style: italic;">incident with the window in Ms. Sensing's room. Because of this, the Nuccispace Service Day Project was meeting outside, so I had a nice little two seconds with Topher before I jumped over the little ridge-thingy between Lampkin and the Tillman Center and landed on my knee. So I went to the office
again and had to clean my knee off. It still hurts at the moment. Then I went to math, where we were supposed to get our (to me, all-important) test back. We did at the end of class, but unfortunately I had to catch the bus and I couldn't look at my grade. Tomorrow I will discover whether I am still a member of the math elite or my time has come to step down.
Ah, well. On to memorize polyatomic ions, now!
