So quiet: another wasted night, the television steals the conversation. Exhale. Another wasted breath: again it goes unnoticed. Please tell me you're just feeling tired, 'cause if it's more than that I fear that I might break out of touch out of time. Please send me anything but signals that are mixed 'cause I can't read your rolling eyes. Out of touch are we out of time? Close lipped: another goodnight kiss is robbed of all its passion. Your grip another time is slack. It leave me feeling empty I'll wait until tomorrow. Maybe you'll feel better then; maybe we'll be better then. So, what's another day when I can't bear these nights of thoughts of going on without you. This mood of yours is temporary. It seems worth the wait to see you smile again. Out of the corner of my eye won’t be the only way you're looking at me then.
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Tut tut! It looks like... no rain...
I told you these would be bad photos. Anyway, Lake Jocassee is wayyyyyyyy down due to the drought. I took these photos with my dad's cell. See where the rocks are? The water line is supposed to be well above that.
So, on Thursday my Grandpa was in town! Yay! So, after class, I trucked it down to TR, threw some laundry in the wash (yay for free laundry facilities!) and hung out with the 'rents and Grandpa. We drove to Jocassee to see the horribleness that had happened because of the drought. Pictures will be up at RedCatStills later. Not good pictures, mind you. Bad ones. Taken with Dadders cell and e-mailed to myself. And there's only two because I accidentally e-mailed one to myself twice instead of e-mailing all three. Afterwards, we drove back, stopping at Aunt Sue's on the way for a late lunch and to browse the wares. They sell some pretty cool stuff there. Oh yeah, and Dad challenged me to a game of checkers. It was sad. My loss was quite inevitable. Then, dinner with the above plus Lou and some of her boys: Will and Caleb. Oh, by the way, I am pleased to have my own boys. She's had her boy scouts forever. Now I have boys! It's just like old times. Then, Apples-to-Apple...
I just discovered an old comment that I hadn't read yet. It was from a post in September when I was explaining why I dub myself "StarGirl." The comment said: "Stargirl sounds kinda fruity" and I thought... yes, this might be a problem if I were a dude. As I am a chick, sounding fruity is okay. You know? See, it's like I can wear a pink furry jacket (it's suede on the outside with pink fur on the inside and it's amazing... see photos below) whereas if my friends K-Swiss or Sir Tim wore it, that would be quite fruity.... [Stargirl and her loverly jacket, Cloudgate] [Stargirl and her loverly jacket, Cloudgate] [Stargirl and her loverly jacket, LadyTiffany]