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Mid-autumn festival at my church is over. I have practiced, hesitated, sung, and am satisfied.
Right now I am sitting right here, typing this and waiting for someone to talk to me.
I'm reminded of the first Wendy Cope poem I read in Lit class.
...Instead I'll concentrate
On sending thought-waves through the London air
And if they reach you, please don't hesitate --
Pick up the phone.
Well, my thought-waves will have to travel further than just the London air. They'll have to travel a quarter way across the globe.
Crap. They probably got lost. Or ignored. Or misunderstood.
What the hey.
While we're waiting for a reply, let's think about the mini-trial I went through at about 8pm today.
I'm glad I didn't win. I didn't do it to win. If I had, I couldn't have done it as sincerely as I did. So thanks God, for answering that prayer of mine, in a very gentle way.
I don't suppose my thought-waves are getting through at all. I mean, he's probably too busy, too preoccupied, too disinterested, etc etc.
Haix.
Raikkonen is not doing well. He crashed at the last race, and is starting tomorrow's race in 14th position. FOURTEENTH. Jyu-yong ban. What the. The picture of him on formula1.com looked a little worried. Ice-man Kimi is worried. He'd be abnormal to be not worried. Interestingly, Kovalainen is doing pretty well, taking second position on the grid.
Maybe Finns have something for cars and such. Like a certain someone whose picture of himself on his bike is up.
So many things I'd like to know. Half of my head is thinking up things to say to you, the other half is telling it to shut the hey up.
It's pointless.
Since we're all in a nice dreary mood, I may as well think of my prelim results too.
Not good, but not bad either. I wish it were either. If it were bad I could have a good cry and get it all out of my system. If it were good I could jump for joy and sing to the skies above. As it is, I can't do either, so I'm stuck with a very ambiguous, restless, dissatisfied feeling. Emotional constipation. It makes you want to give up on everything.
Even on being your friend and your English teacher.
What the hey. The thought-waves are not getting through. So what's new.
Right now I am sitting right here, typing this and waiting for someone to talk to me.
I'm reminded of the first Wendy Cope poem I read in Lit class.
...Instead I'll concentrate
On sending thought-waves through the London air
And if they reach you, please don't hesitate --
Pick up the phone.
Well, my thought-waves will have to travel further than just the London air. They'll have to travel a quarter way across the globe.
Crap. They probably got lost. Or ignored. Or misunderstood.
What the hey.
While we're waiting for a reply, let's think about the mini-trial I went through at about 8pm today.
I'm glad I didn't win. I didn't do it to win. If I had, I couldn't have done it as sincerely as I did. So thanks God, for answering that prayer of mine, in a very gentle way.
I don't suppose my thought-waves are getting through at all. I mean, he's probably too busy, too preoccupied, too disinterested, etc etc.
Haix.
Raikkonen is not doing well. He crashed at the last race, and is starting tomorrow's race in 14th position. FOURTEENTH. Jyu-yong ban. What the. The picture of him on formula1.com looked a little worried. Ice-man Kimi is worried. He'd be abnormal to be not worried. Interestingly, Kovalainen is doing pretty well, taking second position on the grid.
Maybe Finns have something for cars and such. Like a certain someone whose picture of himself on his bike is up.
So many things I'd like to know. Half of my head is thinking up things to say to you, the other half is telling it to shut the hey up.
It's pointless.
Since we're all in a nice dreary mood, I may as well think of my prelim results too.
Not good, but not bad either. I wish it were either. If it were bad I could have a good cry and get it all out of my system. If it were good I could jump for joy and sing to the skies above. As it is, I can't do either, so I'm stuck with a very ambiguous, restless, dissatisfied feeling. Emotional constipation. It makes you want to give up on everything.
Even on being your friend and your English teacher.
What the hey. The thought-waves are not getting through. So what's new.
posted by munchkin @ 10:37 PM
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