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Saturday, September 28, 2002

when my life is through
and the angels ask me to recall
the thrill of them all.
I'll say i remember you..

think i'm becoming an oldy singing songs and tapping my feet to alittle swing, a little jazz. oh well. and another thing that makes me feel like an oldie, no one likes to hear me complain. that's right. :) i've been feeling self conscious ever since not one but two people have complained to me in turn that i complain way too much. and i whine at that.
well, if that's constructive criticism, might not it turn my voice to sweet music, a lark? no it does not and therefore it is not constructive criticism. :)
it's just plain complaining too my comprade.
i have a mind to get my hands on federico garcia lorca plays. i have a mind to quit school, dump all my school work and ... hmm. i've never planned anything beyond that.
no poems so far. *sigh*. it must be the complaining that has taken away all my energy to do something much more constructive like writing poems...

posted by happyhannon at 9:40 PM