Have you ever been alone in a crowded room when I'm here with you?

Have you ever been alone in a crowded room; well I'm here with you...

"I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see what's in her mind
Each time I think I'm close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture
And save it from the funny tricks of time
Slipping through my fingers..."
-- Slipping Through My Fingers

So the long break between Semester 1 and 2's been fun. Had a couple friends over, watched Napoleon Dynamite (Strangely, Wayne seemed to have been watching it at the exact same moment) and did stuff. Went downtown via TTC, bought the soundtrack to the musical. Broadway's singers are not as good as the Canadian crew. I know people will beg to differ, but that's my opinion. Anyhow, semester two starts tomorrow. Have fun and take care of yourselves and each other.

"So I say
Thank you for the music, the songs I'm singing
Thanks for all the joy they're bringing
Who can live without it, I ask in all honesty
What would life be?
Without a song or a dance what are we?
So I say thank you for the music
For giving it to me"
-- Thank You For The Music

So it's been awhile, and times have been pretty interesting. There were exams and stuff but those are irrelevant in a way. Cousin and I went gallivanting about downtown Toronto and saw Mamma Mia at the Royal Alexandra. He's never seen it before. It was my second time seeing it. It was pretty much the same save for a change in the actress who played Sophie... whoever it was wasn't as good as Alanna Chisholm <--This girl's got the greatest voice I have ever heard in my entire life; it's hard to believe she's an understudy. But it was pretty good nonetheless.

"Was there any particular reason why you suddenly felt like moving around large pieces of furniture?"
"I was up. It was there."
"Ah, good thought process."
-- Gilmore Girls

"Jealousy
Turning saints into the sea
Turning through sick lullaby
Choking on your alibi
But it's just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
I'm Mr. Brightside"
-- The Killers

Now that's a funky song. His voice sounds so weird; like an alien. Bwahaha. Cousin due to arrive ... sooner or later. He should have been here at 9 but it snowed in Canada and you know, what with snow being so rare in this country... yeah... he hasn't left Newark yet. Traffic this morning was horrible.

"I'm packed and I'm holding,
I'm smiling, she's living, she's golden and she lives for me,
She says she lives for me,
Ovation, she's got her own motivation, she comes round and she goes down on me,
And I make her smile, it's like a drug for you,
Do ever what you want to do,
Coming over you,
Keep on smiling, what we go through.
One stop to the rhythm that divides you,
And I speak to you like the chorus to the verse,
Chop another line like a coda with a curse,
And I come on like a freak show takes the stage.
We give them the games we play, she said,
I want something else, to get me through this,
Semi-charmed kind of life,
I want something else,
I'm not listening when you say,
Good-bye."
-- Semi-Charmed Life

Ah exams... again. This time, I shall have a cousin living in my house. Starting next Wednesday, and for the 6 weeks after he arrives, my cousin from Singapore shall be here gallivanting about in a frenzied manner. I wonder if he's got an English name.

Crashed on the floor when I moved in
This little bungalow with some strange new friends
Stay up too late, and I'm too thin
We promise each other it's til the end
Now we're spinning empty bottles
It's the five of us
With pretty eyed boys girls die to trust
I can't resist the day
No, I can't resist the day

Jenny screams out and it's no pose
'Cause when she dances she goes and goes
Beer through the nose on an inside joke
I'm so excited, I haven't spoken
And she's so pretty, and she's so sure
Maybe I'm more clever than a girl like her
The summer's all in bloom
The summer is ending soon

It's alright
And it's nice not to be so alone
But I hold on to your secrets
In white houses

Maybe I'm a little bit over my head
I come undone at the things he said
And he's so funny in his bright red shirt
We were all in love and we all got hurt
I sneak into his car's cracked leather seat
The smell of gasoline in the summer heat
Boy, we're going way too fast
It's all too sweet to last

It's alright
And I put myself in his hands
But I hold on to your secrets
In white houses
Love, or something ignites in my veins
And I pray it never fades
In white houses

My first time, hard to explain
Rush of blood, oh, and a little bit of pain
On a cloudy day, it's more common than you think
He's my first mistake

Maybe you were all faster than me
We gave each other up so easily
These silly little wounds will never mend
I feel so far from where I've been

So I go,
And I will not be back here again
I'm gone as the day is fading
On white houses
I lie, put my injuries all in the dust
In my heart is the five of us
In white houses
And you,
Maybe you'll remember me
What I gave is yours to keep
In white houses
In white houses
In white houses
-- Vanessa Carlton, White Houses

So... this is the entire song... written by a guy... Grant are you sure?

"You can't change who people are without destroying who they were."
-- The Butterfly Effect

Year 2005... and school in 2 days, which is somewhat odd. This may be the first time we've had school so soon after New Years.