Dance Sport :)

Actually, not so excited about it. Someone please put me out of my misery so that I don't have to go through with this!!!

Lyrics to love!

THE NEXT TEN MINUTES--Jason Robert Brown

Will you share your life with me for the next ten minutes?
For the next ten minutes we can handle that.
We could watch the waves, we could watch the sky
Or just sit and wait as the time ticks by
And if we make it till then
Can I ask you again
For another ten?

GROW OLD WITH ME--Jason Robert Brown

Grow old with me, Stay as the days go past.
Grow old with me –Some things are meant to last.
If you’ll agree, Heaven might wait –We could delay our expiration date.

Grow old with me, Teach me the words to sing
When my last spring has finally sprung!
Stay for an hour, Stay for a day, Stay ‘til we shrink and get wrinkled and gray!
Grow old with me, and we’ll stay forever young!

Grow old with me –Darling, let’s fossilize!
With your blue eyes and my silver tongue!

Don’t leave me flat – Don’t leave me cold!
Don’t leave me rusted and crusted with mold,
Grow old with me, ‘Til my final fling is flung!
Grow old with me and we’ll stay forever young!

SOMEONE ELSE'S STORY-Chess

Long ago, in someone else's lifetime
Someone with my name, who looked a lot like me
Came to know, a man and made a promise
He only had to say and that's where she would be
Lately, although the feelings run just as deep
The promise she made has grown impossible to keep
And yet I wish it wasn't so, will he miss me if I go?

In a way, it's someone else's story
I don't see myself, as taking part at all
Yesterday, a girl that I was fond of finally could see the writing on the wall
Sadly, she realized she'd left him behind
And sadder than that she knew he wouldn't even mind
And though there's nothing left to say
Would he listen if I stay?

It's all very well to say you fool it's now or never
I could be choosing, no choices whatsoever.

I could be, in someone else's story
In someone else's life, and he could be in mine
I don't see a reason to be lonely
I could take my chances further down the line
And if that girl I knew should ask my advice
Oh I wouldn't hesitate she needn't ask me twice
Go now! I'd tell her that for free
Trouble is, the girl is me
The story is, the girl is me.

I love music. However if I wrote down all the lyrics I love, I would be typing for ever and the post would be the longest post in history. So these lyrics are even better with the music to back them up. I love all of Jason Robert Brown's music! Definitely worth looking up.

That is all.

One of those days

Can I just say how much I hate being sick. The End

Proud to be

I woke up to words I didn't understand.
"The World Trade Center has been hit by terrorists." What? Who are terrorists, and what is the World Trade Center? My mind was spinning. My mother left my room to allow me to continue sleeping. I already didn't feel well and this new information just confused me. After my family had left to go about their day, the house was eerily silent. I dragged myself out of bed carrying my blanket and pillow with me. I moved emotionless down the stairs. The words terrorists and World Trade Center kept ringing in my head.

I turned on the news eager to know what was happening. The chaos and pandemonium that the screen displayed was terrifying. I sat in awe as I watched the black smoke billowing out of the tall building. Who could do such a thing. Pools of tears gathered in my eyes as I mourned for the people I didn't know. My seventh grade mind didn't understand why or how anyone could fly a plane into a building. I watched as people cried and tried to get away from the horror. I looked on as people, hopeless and fearful, jumped from the building, taking their own lives. My heart cried out for these souls.

Clutching the blanket and squeezing my pillow didn't prevent the next event. Unfolding before my eyes was an American horror film or so it seemed. The small dot at the edge of the screen got larger and larger until the unidentified object was given a name. Another plane zoomed straight into the next building. I sat wide eyed as the building tumbled to the ground. I couldn't believe my eyes. This must be a movie or something. I can't actually be watching this. But it was real. All of it. To me it was the projection of the days events on a screen. For the people in New York it was their whole world in dust falling on their streets.

Now 9 years later we still remember this event. Just as the last generation remembers the details about the fateful day of December 7th, the day that Pearl Harbor was attacked. This generation will forever remember where we were, what we were doing and who we were with on the day that our country was seriously attacked in over half a century. September 11th will go down in history. The American people came together in the days and weeks that followed.

Americans, we are a strong able nation. We are blessed to be a part of this land, and though enemies my rise up to destroy us we must hold strong. We must never give up hope that tomorrow will bring a better day. Each day the sun rises and sets. Each day brings some good and some bad. We must never forget what this nation stands for. This nation's people have endured much since before its beginnings. Let us try to never sway from what this country represents. One nation, under God. To promote liberty and justice. To be a people who work for the betterment of our fellow men, whether they be of our race and creed, or another. God bless this land, and this people. God bless the USA!

Once Upon A Time...

There was a young women who lived in a magical place. This place was filled with music and dancing. She loved to dance. Day after day the music played and the dancing continued. It was pure bliss. Eventually her feet got tired and her body ached and her head ringed with melodious notes. However the young woman didn't mind. She just kept dancing and dancing.
Yet her joy could not last forever. One day a nasty mean old witch flew in and cursed her and her friends with a horrible spell. No longer could they spend their days dancing. They had to work instead, and it was the worst kind of work at that. Homework! The young woman was still happy, but only every other day. The days of dance the terrible spell could not effect.
On a particular night the young woman sat at her window and wished upon a star, "Star light, star bright..." She concluded her wish and finished her work and went to bed. A few more days went by and her wish came true. A big bus came and carried her companions and her away to a different land for a weekend of dance and fun. Sadly she couldn't stay there for ever. For all the other young ladies wanted to get back to their prince charming s.  The young woman laughed at the ridiculousness, but deep down knew it was a nice idea. When they returned home, the work began again. It was almost to much for the young lady. She was sometimes sad, because of the work she had to do. She was also sad because her friends were sometimes happy and sometimes sad and she liked it when they were happy. She also wanted what all the other girls had, a prince of her own. So she wished on another star, this time not too eager for the wish to come true. "Someday," she thought, "but, until that day at least I have my dancing to keep me happy.
And so she danced into a figurative sunset. As far as we know she is still living happily, the "ever after" just hasn't happened yet.

Oh well,
Someday.