Need You Now

Time for me to step out of the water
Time for me to just loose my hold
And its time for me to leave here all that I've hoped for
Could you take me where I need to go
I am waiting for your love
I am reaching for you touch
Lost without you God reach down
I need you now, I need you now

When the Rain Comes

When the rain comes
it seems that everyone has gone away
When the night falls
you wonder if you shouldn't find someplace
To run and hide
Escape the pain
But hiding's such a lonely thing to do

I can't stop the rain
From falling down on you again
I can't stop the rain
But I will hold you 'til it goes away

When the rain comes
you blame it on the things that
you have done
When the storm fades
you know that rain must fall
on everyone
So Rest awhile
It'll be alright
No one loves you like I do

I can't stop the rain
From falling down on you again
I can't stop the rain
But I will hold you 'til it goes away

I can't stop the rain
From falling down on you again
I can't stop the rain
But I will hold you 'til it goes away

When the rain comes
I will hold you

regarding getting work done

officemate: you need to come over and *kick* *my* *ass*
me: how do you propose i kick your ass?
officemate: physically. literally *kick* *my* *ass*

BLEH

so i finished outlining foucault's history i. 15 pages of notes later and i'm still not sure what to write about. i still need to re-read use of pleasure, also. i woke up the other night at 4:30am thinking of how i want to write my paper. and then i fell back asleep. i really wish i had gotten up to write something down. 4:30 is an awful time to be writing, but if you've got the inspiration, you should take advantage of it. especially with foucault.

i've actually have been doing that a lot lately. i'll wake up at 1, 2, or 3 am with this GENIUS thought about my paper(s) or work but i'm too tired to actually do something about it. of course, these things might not be genius at all. it's highly probable that i'm just dreaming that these things are good when in reality it makes no sense. in any event, i plan to start leaving paper by my alarm clock in the slight chance that something else comes to me at 3am. who knows - maybe i could write my foucault paper in my sleep. it's probably just the way he wrote his nonsense.

Good Enough

Under your spell again.
I can't say no to you.
Crave my heart and it's bleeding in your hand.
I can't say no to you.

Shouldn't have let you torture me so sweetly.
Now I can't let go of this dream.
I can't breathe but I feel...

Good enough,
I feel good enough for you.

Drink up sweet decadence.
I can't say no to you,
And I've completely lost myself, and I don't mind.
I can't say no to you.

Shouldn't have let you conquer me completely.
Now I can't let go of this dream.
Can't believe that I feel...

Good enough,
I feel good enough.
It's been such a long time coming, but I feel good.

And I'm still waiting for the rain to fall.
Pour real life down on me.
'Cause I can't hold on to anything this good enough.
Am I good enough for you to love me too?

So take care what you ask of me,
'cause I can't say no.

dear mother nature

stop screwing with the thermostat. why is it november 8th and i saw someone (not unreasonably) wearing SHORTS and FLIP FLOPS to class? in case you forgot to switch your season over, it's autumn and damn near december, so c'mon. it's not supposed to be in the mid-60s in Massachusetts. it makes the people who appreciate the cold (i.e. me) unhappy and very confused. i put a lot of my summer-type clothing away and have out my scarves and hats and gloves, which - need i remind you - i can't wear when it's this warm out.

please correct this problem soon.


sincerely,

the mass adventurer

nothing to really say

today has been a blah day. i did a lot of work though: finished gorski for theory, coded an interview, went to work where i met with a prof about my thesis, (got depressed), ran some tables in stata to answer a few questions regarding my data, ran some more tables to answer more questions about my data, and attempted to outline fou-freaking-cault.

in case you were wondering, "how does carla feel about foucault?" i think he's a bastard and i hate his writings. i'm not a fan of how obscurely he writes. someone suggested that it's part of his deal - that he writes obscurely because he's critique the power inherent in the ways academics write. all i have to say on the matter: screw you foucault, screw you.

how to save a life...

Step one you say we need to talk
He walks you say sit down it's just a talk
He smiles politely back at you
You stare politely right on through
Some sort of window to your right
As he goes left and you stay right
Between the lines of fear and blame
And you begin to wonder why you came

Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

Let him know that you know best
Cause after all you do know best
Try to slip past his defense
Without granting innocence
Lay down a list of what is wrong
The things you've told him all along
And pray to God he hears you

Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

As he begins to raise his voice
You lower yours and grant him one last choice
Drive until you lose the road
Or break with the ones you've followed
He will do one of two things
He will admit to everything
Or he'll say he's just not the same
And you'll begin to wonder why you came

Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

the countdowns....

i apologize for the self-pity post yesterday.

i'm super excited and crazy freaked out. it's november first. this means several things:

1) lauren comes to mass in two days

2) 17 days until i get to come home

3) 19 days until i get to see this guy

4) i'm not nearly as far along with my project as i need to be. i have two meetings next week, though, so i should make more progress

5) i need to start thinking about chirstmas presents (any hints/suggestion appreciated).

6) oh! and mid-term elections are in 6 days. here's hoping that deval gets it together.