Why I won't

But you can't hear me, you can't hear me...

Ever and ever and ever.  Never sing for you.  Never for you.  Ever.  Because you don't deserve it.

~another musing of the ill-informed~

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas everybody!  May you look upon the events of the past year with joy as we remember the birth of God's son, Jesus.

~another musing of the ill-informed~

And in the morning, Joy

Song that we are doing in chorus.

"Blue mist rising, rising from the hollows to the hills.
Morning comes, and with it all the joy that morning brings.
Gone the weeping, weeping of the long night slowly stills.
Morning comes, and with the morning joy!"

Or at least the part that I feel like putting on here
Another part from the song:

"Anxious mother, wayward child, lost, alone. 

 Grieving father, lonesome soldier far from home.

 Heartsick family, weeping through the long dark night,

          Wait for morning, for it comes, and with it joy,"

~another musing of the ill-informed~

I Still Can't Figure out who actually reads this...

I am still trying to find who I am, I think.  The face that I see when I look into the mirror is not mine.  At least I don't think it is.  For some reason, my name, my face, doesn't seem to be me.  Any outward appearance that I have I reject as myself.  I'm still trying to figure myself out.  Maybe that is one of life's mysteries: finding yourself is one of the hardest things one must do.

~another musing of the ill-informed~

Essay Writing

Currently writing an essay on Pearl from Hawthorne's The Scarlet Letter.  The problem?  All the literary critics I have to read disagree with my thesis.  ARGH!  Why can't they just talk about what is right anyway?  Now I'll just have to disagree with them as well...

~another musing of the ill-informed~