Rod Stewart @ MindSay 
People get ready
Theres a train a-coming
You dont need no baggage
You just get on board
All you need is faith
To hear the diesels humming
Dont need no ticket
You just thank the lord...
Ahhhh.....beautiful out, day off, house has just been cleaned, and I'm enjoying Rod Stewart's "Thanks For The Memories"! Love those old classics - especially with his raspy voice singing them. Hey, anyone know if there are classes, or ways, to learn how to follow, when dancing? L is a great dancer, but I seem to go off in my own rthym. This is a dream of mine - to be able to dress up in semi-formal clothes, and glide around all night to this type of music! Just at home, mind you...
Sights......L with our final area of snow on the 1st day of Spring:
And the birds knew it was Spring:
So, the bar-b-que grill had to be put to good use:
Having to work the next morning...well, at least it was beautiful...
And the clouds once arriving at work..
Even the moon decided to spend the day with us:
Oh, sing it, Rod baby!!!!!!!!
Enjoy!
Know when you're grocery shopping and walking down an aisle and suddenly your FAVORITE Rod Stewart song comes on so you start rockin' out, and then another girl walks down the aisle and she knows the words too because it's totally true that he has a young following : ). Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah Rod!!!!!!
I'm kinda pissed that if my grades aren't posted by tomorrow at 5pm, they won't get posted until 1/3/07. Which fine, I'm pretty confident I did well in every class except my Crit Theory class because that whole grade is based on the one paper we wrote due 12/5...but even THAT'S not posted yet. I care minorly about finding out my GPA for my own knowledge...but a billion times more for all those lovely grad school applications I'm starting to fill out that says, "Current GPA". And current would imply... this semester. But NO grades. Not the class that ended 12/5, A WEEK EARLY and should be up, not my 1-credit pass/fail class that ended 12/13 and I got feedback on all my parts already so just freaking post it, not Helen who has NOTHING to grade for us since our final thing was a skit we performed without anything to hand in...
Oh, and in recent news, New York has decided to be assholes and make it so that if you're not fingerprinted, you cannot student teach in an NYC public school. Oh, and the processing price MIRACULOUSLY jumped up from 99.00 to 115.00. Thaaaaaaaaaaaanks. Because the futures teachers of New York City have tooooooooooons of money to burn on a stupid set of fingerprints. Notttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt.
the country i am assigned to is Swaziland. it's a gem of a country. it has the highest rate of HIV in the world, its main export is asbestos (which is mined raw), and its king has 25 wives and lays around fucking all day.
my favorite african country? Djibouti. We have a lot of force in Djibouti. Or, perhaps, Djibouti has a lot of sway. (pronounced jabooty, for anyone who doesn't get the joke.)
for some reason i have "as time goes by" in my head. rod stewart...featuring queen latifah.
"You just remember this:
A kiss is still a kiss.
A sigh is just a sigh.
The fundamental things apply
As time goes by..."
Wow. There is nothing more romantic than Rod. Despite all the civil wars and famine and global warming and genocide and nuclear program development, Rod still croons, the fundamental things apply. And he reminds me of that.
As I was walking my halter top fell off.
Yesterday I saw an old bearded man in a grey-blue robe hiking down highway 50 with a huge wooden staff with a carved cross at its head. I think I saw Gandalf Stormcrow.
But then, why wouldn't he have just whistled and called his mighty steed, Shadowfax, the king of the horses, to ferry him to his destination? Or perhaps ask a giant eagle to do his bidding?
I also saw another middle earth phenomenon: a kid with a rattail. Goblin?
Sometimes when I am looking into the heat-curled air, and my pupils bore through the molecules like globally-warmed air through the Arctic icecaps, I remember you, and I burst with hatred. And I sigh.
Shadowfax! Whisk me away to the kingdom of horse-riders and my very own fief!! Dear me, let me escape this modern age, with its splitting African countries, its threatening insane and diminutive Korean rulers, its misguided leaders of the free world, its drowning polar bears, its diluted love, and its soaring rates of acute lame disease.
And there, with a steaming cup of rice tea in hand, you realize what it’s like to be alone as you munch on your cold rolls with warm sauce. You start thinking about little everyday things, like, “have the bills been paid yet?” or “should I do the dishes or leave them for tomorrow morning?” or “what’s for breakfast?” or “this tablecloth needs a bleaching.” And you realize—as you wait for nothing and no one, simply eating away at the old and the new, sitting silently in your high-backed chair facing an empty buffet table which is undressed, with the fine china stored away in the cabinets, silverware lined up neatly in the utensils drawer, pristine placemats tidily tucked away into the linen closet, and all chairs pushed inside primly except yours—you know what it’s like to be alone.
He's such a charming guy. I had a little crush on him tonight. Haha. And Elliott Yamin . . . yum. I think I now officially have the hots for him. That dream must have been telling me, "Elliott Yamin is hot, and you secretly lust for him in your id! It is now time for the superego to be cognizant!"