You know, all day while I could not connect to the internet, I had tons of ideas of what to write in here. Of course, now that I am connected, I'm a blank.

First off, Dweezil has a computer again. Yay! Well, she's had a computer the whole time, but her modem was busted, so she had no internet. That sucked. So now I have to update this more cuz she's pretty much the only person who checks this thing at all. So shout out to Dweezil - Look, 12:30 not 1:30! Congrats on the new compy! I'm sure we'll talk...eventually. *winks, nudges, and high fives galore* Yeah, I'm a huge dork.

It stormed today and it was so beautiful. It was just one of those nice spring storms where the sun comes out but it's still raining and it makes all the colors of nature 20 times more vibrant than they usually are. All the greens of the grass and new leaves, it was just gorgeous. And then about an hour ago I went outside and looked at these huge sky-illuminating bolts of lightning over the mountains and ran in the silvery drops. I love rain.

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Gray clouds rolling quickly
as evening rushes in.
Fog rising gently over
the tops of a forest of trees.
Stark outlines of budding branches
cutting into the sky at twilight.
Crickets chirping away,
for the first time in months,
a comfort that
will soon become an annoyance.
Cold, dampened rocks and mud
beneath my dusk-paled feet.
The chill of a moist Earth,
the lingering scent of
raindrop drenched daffodils.
Spring is finally here.
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I've been writing little snippets of things lately. Just 2 or 3 lines here and there, that I hope to turn into songs and poems. I downloaded a whole bunch of Dashboard Confessional stuff, and it's been inspiring me. It's weird, I often have to listen to music to hit inspration. I'm just so connected to music; it speaks to me in ways that I can't even describe. There was this one time when I was younger that I was listening to music, I can't even remember now what it was, but I actually said, "thank God I'm not deaf and I can enjoy this." And that's how I feel when I hear a beautiful, well written song. I mean, praise God that I have music in my life. I can't even convey how much I need music in my life.

I've been listening to "Your Song" over and over. (The version from Moulin Rouge. I know Elton John wrote the music, and Benie Taupin wrote the lyrics, but I've never heard Elton's version. I'm sure it's excellent. I really like Elton John's songs. They speak to me. But back to the topic at hand...) That's just a stellar piece of vibrant beauty that I feel in the pit of me. I want a guy to write me something that heartfelt. To say to me "you can tell everbody that this is your song." I want a song that is truly mine. That's a gift that would probably make me cry in utter joy and adoration. I'm listening to it right now, and just crying over the image of someone singing it to me and meaning every word. Just the lyric where he says "So excuse me forgetting but these things I do/You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue/Anyway the thing is what I really mean/Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen" it just hits me, cuz my eyes are sometimes blue and sometimes green(sometimes even gray) and I can just picture someone singing that to me and me explaining, well, they're kinda both, but that's so sweet of you, and we'd hug on a sunny-rainy day with drops of water sparkling on our faces and hair, and a rainbow would appear and life would be perfect. Yeah, sappy movie moment, I know, and it'll probably never happen. But if it did, I'd melt. I'm so sappy and romantic that way. Ok, no more of this right now. I'll leave you with something more beautiful than I could ever hope to write...

It's a little bit funny this feeling inside
I'm not one of those who can easily hide
I don't have much money but boy if I did
I'd buy a big house where we both could live

If I was a sculptor, but then again, no
Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show
I know it's not much but it's the best I can do
My gift is my song and this one's for you

And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world

I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss
Well a few of the verses well they've got me quite cross
But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song
It's for people like you that keep it turned on

So excuse me forgetting but these things I do
You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue
Anyway the thing is what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen

the night is nearly over † the day is almost here