And the moon grows dimmer
At the tides low ebb
And your breath comes faster
And you're aching to move
But you're caught in the web...

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Nobody can tell ya
There's only one song worth singing
They may try and sell ya
Cause it hangs them up to see someone like you

But you've gotta
Make your own kind of Music
Sing your own special song
Make your own kind of Music
Even if no body else sings along

You're gonna be nowhere
The loneliest kind of lonely
It may be rough going
Just to do your thing's the hardest thing to do

Make your own kind of Music
Sing your own special song
Make your own kind of Music
Even if no body else sings along

So if you cannot take my hand
And if you must be going
I will understand

You've gotta
Make your own kind of Music
Sing your own special song
Make your own kind of Music
Even if no body else sings along

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My foundations
are in the universe
my spirit is universal
despite all pressures against me
to choose sides
black or white
man or woman
gay or straight
I am still a child
and an old woman
my blood is red
my choice is not to choose
I cannot choice
I am the exception to the rule of choice
I am one and all without exception
I defy the rules
I am me.

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Sweet little cherry blossom,
blooming before her time
Moving her lips to her favorite song,
cherishing every rhyme
Swaying her hips to the rhythm,
humming along with the tune
Lost in her own little dream world
Slow dancing with the moon

Watching her I cannot help,
but go back in my mind
And suddenly I find I am 15 again

Slow dancing with the moon
Oh, the stars got in my eyes long time ago
And I've lived my life like a love sick clown
In a bittersweet cartoon
Just a dreamy eyed kid
Slow dancing with the moon

Watching the girl I'm reminded
she's quite a lot like me
Trapped in the suburbs of wonderland,
lost in her own fantasy
Somehow my heart never grew up,
no one ever burst my balloon
So here I am swirling in star dust,
slow dancing with the moon

Still believe some day my wildest dreams
will all come true
And I'll find someone who'll
make me 15 again
But until then I'm
Slow dancing with the moon
Oh, the stars got in my eyes long time ago
And I've lived my life like a love sick clown
In a bittersweet cartoon
Just a dreamy eyed kid
Slow dancing with the moon


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Monday, September 20, 2004

I used to think a lot about things. I don't anymore. I'm very sad about this. I used to spend hours everyday just thinking about certain things, mainly ethics, but now I rarely think of it, and if I do it's just at the surface. I haven't thought about anything. I don't even know what I believe anymore. Ryan keeps calling me an existentialist, and I don't even know whether or not I am. It's frustrating, but really, I'm dissappointed in myself. One of the things I loved about myself was that I really always thought things through. I think it might be because I don't debate anymore. Debate always started me thinking on things, yet I can't say it was just debate. This summer I thought so much over everything Rand had to say, yet I didn't debate. I never completed thought over what she says either. I still don't know what I believe, whether I believe all she says, or just some she says. And I haven't figured out how my views on the environment work with my views of capital. They don't work, yet I believe both. I can't really back up my environmental claims, yet they're what I feel most strongly about. It's things like this that I need to think about, especially now, yet I've given it no thought. I mean I'm basically voting for Kerry because of the environment and Iraq, yet I can't defend my views of either, except by saying everyone in debate agrees with me so it must be true. It's sad how much my views were shaped my the majority opinion in debate. Very sad. I'm going to go look up existentialism now, to see if I believe. Maybe I'll just be Mormon again, that was easy.

brynnlee let the night fall at 2:54 AM

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Sunday, September 12, 2004

I feel very content right now. I'm not sure why; maybe because I don't have anything big to worry about. Maybe because I feel free of all the expectations people used to hold over my head. I'm not living for anyone else right now. All my friends are gone, there is no pain caused by those friendships. I have new friends, I'm not completely alone, but all the responsibilities that come with friends are gone. I can do whatever I want to do now. I also realized that I'm taking life less seriously now, and it's working out for the better. It's just another way to have fun. That's all I'm doing now. Having fun with life. And it's wonderful, I'm having a better time than I ever have had. I went out driving again; I forgot how much I love to just go and drive. It's so relaxing. It lets you just think about things, without worrying about wasting time. It's almost like it gives me a justification to think, because I am doing something else (driving) and so I don't feel obligated to do any other thing. That didn't make sense, but it did to me, and as I'm only writting to myself, it doesn't matter much.

Wow, I really am a bitch some times. Oh well. I am what I am and that's all that I am.

brynnlee let the night fall at 5:18 PM

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