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Friday, February 18, 2005

Pollyanna

Sunday morning rain is falling
Steal some covers share some skin
Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable
You twist to fit the mold that I am in
But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do
And I would gladly hit the road get up and go if I knew
That someday it would lead me back to you
That someday it would lead me back to you

That may be all I need
In darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday morning
And I never want to leave

Fingers trace your every outline
Paint a picture with my hands
Back and forth we sway like branches in a storm
Change the weather still together when it ends

That may be all I need
In darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday morning
And I never want to leave

But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do
Sunday morning rain is falling and I'm calling out to you
Singing someday it'll bring me back to you
Find a way to bring myself home to you

And you may not know
That may be all I need
In darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow


No, that's not the name of the song. It's not even a name. Well, not quite. Rather, it's me at this moment now. Pollyanna - a person regarded as being foolishly or blindly optimistic.

This is rather inconsistent with my usual moody and grim self but the reasons for my upbeatness are aplenty. For one, it's a Friday, which means it's the end of the school week, which means I get to go home, which also means I don't have to go to face school for the next whole WEEK!

I love holidays!!

Ok, I know it won't be much of a holiday anyway because it's more of a study break but at least I get breaks from studying too!

And with a song like "Sunday Morning" playing on my laptop, I have no room to feel gloomy. Which is why it's on repeat mode and which is why I am smiling to myself now.

Oh, not to forget, although I'm down with a horrible sore throat, blocked nose and ears and just recovered from a fever, I feel I'm on my way to a speedy recovery. Or at least, I am doing everything I can to make myself well - vitamin C, lotsa fluid, lotsa fruits and NO SNACKING. I'm so proud of myself. All I've eaten today is porridge. Ten points to me for being a good girl. Another ten points for cleaning out my hamsters' cages and vacuuming my room today. No, make that twenty.

So that's 30 points for Pollyanna-Joy!

Anyway, before I get carried away with my foolish sanguinity, I'd better get down to some work to earn more points. Hee...

[Time of Confession] 7:53 PM
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