December 15, 2007
Camp
I'm at camp and Michele is there and lets me sleep in her tent (because i never bring one camping). i think that she is the only person that i know there, but then she is being really mean to me. i try to keep my self busy by cleaning up the camp site and such. and everyone is suddenly registering for the bus, but i am in the middle of wrapping up my sleeping bag. i go inside the tent, and there is broken glass from a beer bottle and i cut my finger. later when i've done my Cinderella tasks, i go behind the cabin where everyone is eating lunch and there is the gurl collecting reservations for the bus. it cost $6. i give her a twenty. then i go and talk with michelle for a bit.
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I know it's not related to this entry, but I wanted to share these lyrics with you... I mentioned this song last time we talked. it's a very nice song, if you like the lyrics then I'll send you the song later. :)
Dreaming - Loudon Wainwright III
I'd rather be dreaming than living
Living's just too hard to do
It's chances not choices
Noises not voices
A day's just a thing to get through
Living's just too hard to do
I'd rather be dreaming than talking
There's nothing to hear or to say
With ears covered mouth closed
The world is opposed
Nothing gets in or away
There's nothing to hear or to say
I'd rather be dreaming than thinking
Thoughts are small comfort to me
Dreams might be pretend
But at least dreams end
And I just can't stop thinking you see
Thoughts are small comfort to me
I'd rather be dreaming than sleeping
Just sleeping you're just as well dead
In dreams I can fly
In dreams I don't die
That's why I lie here in this bed
Just sleeping you're just as well dead
I'd rather be dreaming
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