Homeward Bound
By: Paul Simon

Tonight I'll sing my songs again,
I'll play the game and pretend.
But all my words come back to me in shades of mediocrity
Like emptiness in harmony I need someone to comfort me.
Homeward bound,
I wish I was,
Homeward bound,
Home where my thought's escaping,
Home where my music's playing,
Home where my love lies waiting
Silently for me.
Silently for me.
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I'm still feeling pretty shitty. Still don't really want to talk about it, and I know I couldn't find a way to put it into words if I wanted to. I think I am just feeling overwhelmed with being an adult. I don't like where my life is going; I don't want to live in Florida anymore; I want to go home to the life I used to know.

I feel an emptiness in my life; and I just don't know how to fill it. I miss my friends. I miss my parents. I miss my sister. I miss my aunts and uncles. I miss my old apartment. I miss the places I used to hang out. I miss my old job. I miss college. I miss being in love.

I miss the way the world looks after a fresh snow--everything is covered in white, and the snow crunches beneath your feet, and all the sounds are muffled. It's like you're the only person alive, and it's the ultimate feeling of peace and serenity.

I miss the sound of rain on the roof on the patio at Mom and Dad's house--I used to go sit out there when I was feeling alone or sad or angry, and it was as if the rain would just wash away everything.

I miss mowing the grass when no one was home. The smell of the grass and the vibration of the mower and the sound of the engine--it gave me time to sort out my thoughts.

I miss walking around campus. It didn't matter what season it was--autumn, winter, or spring--there was the ultimate feeling that I belonged there. Maybe I am lucky, Central's campus is so pretty no matter what season it is.

I miss the smell of aftershave on my pillows.

I miss building forts in the basement with Adam and Shannon.

I miss target shooting with my dad.

I miss watching Julia Child's cooking show with my mom.

I miss the feeling of someone's arm around me while I'm asleep.

I miss home.



I miss being happy.

Ain't No Sunshine
Originally Performed by Bill Withers
Lyrics Adapted By Matty

Ain't no sunshine when he's gone
It's not warm when he's away
Ain't no sunshine when he's gone
And he's always gone too long
Any time he goes away.

Wonder this time where he's gone
Wonder if he's gone to stay
Ain't no sunshine when he's gone
And this house just ain't no home
Any time he goes away

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Feeling shitty. Don't really want to talk about it; don't know if I would know what to say if I did. Just keep sending me your positive energy. I'll get over this.

The Glory of Love

The Glory of Love
By: Bette Midler
As Sung in "Beaches"

You've got to give a little
Take a little
And let your poor heart break a little
That's the story of
That's the glory of love.

You've got to laugh a little
Cry a little
Until the clouds roll by a little
That's the story of
That's the glory of love.

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Well, I know it's been a bit since I updated, but I've been busy. There's been a lot going on, but nothing really worth talking about.

Work is busy, as usual. They're talking about layoffs, and that always makes me jumpy. I just need until July to get my permanent teacher's license (hopefully), so I am hopeful that I can hang on until then.

Harold and Sue took the kids on vacation, so everything has been quiet around here for the last week or so. They will be back later today, though, so I'm sure we'll get back to normal by tomorrow.

Kevin won his election, so he is the new county chair of the Democratic party. He asked me to do some work with him, so we are going to sit down and talk tomorrow.

There's really not much more than that going on right now. I'll try to write more later on today, or sometime this week.