Currently Listening Sing-Along Songs - The Bare Necessities You wouldn't believe me, even if I told you. see related

There has just been too much going on.  I don't even know where to start.  Wait ... I stand corrected.  I know exactly where to start--why does xanga have to change the way my page looks?  Sure, I know it looks bad, and that it's not very original, and that the colors don't go together and aren't appealing--but that's the way I like it!  I don't want to look at another page.  I actually know how to navigate this page.  Sort of.

Next item ... Lori broke her leg about two weeks ago, so between running around for school and TWO---TWO---jobs I am doing her chores.  My dad is doing some of them, but he's already pressed for time with getting ready for planting season and is exhausted.  So am I, but there's nothing I can really do about it at this point.  And I can't bring myself to tell him that he forgot to let Lori's horses out the other day and I found them about 10/12 hours later (they didn't have any water, and there was very little hay left in the stalls).  He just keeps forgetting more and more and I'm starting to get worried.  All are fine, but now I have to do chores whenever possible--or impossible in some occasions--and ask in a round-about way if he remembered to let six horses out.

Oh, Dana--before I forget, the two best movies (well, to of the best movies, as I have seen a few lately that are completely worthy of my collection) are "Blood Diamond" and "The Departed".

I, Jen, have painted my fingernails bright pink.  Somebody today said that they were "Barbie-Doll Pink".  It's all for a good cause, though!!  (Em's wedding, of course).  I think I'm a dichotomy most of the time anyway.  A week or two ago (because I have lost track of the month of March) I walked into walmart wearing my Vans shoes that should probably be thrown away, my grey dress pants, and either a really funky top or a t-shirt with my horse jacket (not the one that was stollen) and a Colts football cap.  Now it's just boring ole me (sweatshirt, jeans, f-ball cap, etc) and the electric pink fingernail pollish.  Em ... you have no idea how big a deal this is!!  I haven't painted my nails in ... forever.  So you should be proud of the fact that I'm keeping it on another 24 hours for your wedding because they look horrible!!  The paint looks kind of like I stuck my fingers into the disposal and let the knives wreak havoc.  And I did stick my fingers into a disposal last night, but they weren't painted yet.  Oh, and I didn't loose any.  But I did cut about five pounds of broccoli and cherry tomatoes--each.  And the other day I ate--I kid you not, and I'm not exaggerating--about a quart of ice cream.  And I don't even really like ice cream!!!

So I think this exposition has been deemed long enough for this time.  There have been other funny things that I wish to share with you all, but there's just no time.  I have to figure out a way to sleep first.  So be greatful for this.  (or ungreatful, as this is insanely long and hard to skim).

I currently own two of the greatest movies of all time.  I don't care what the rest of the world thinks.

Oh, and my stomach is making a noise like a morning dove.  Every time I hear morning doves I think of home and of wanting to shoot them because they are so annoying.  Does this mean that I want to shoot my stomach?  Just thought I would let ya'all know.

Rhythm

All you music people know what rhythm is, and even some of you non-music people.  It's not just something that can be clapped to, or heard, but it is also felt.  And when you find that special rhythm, you can't help but feeling your whole body come together and cherish heart and sould in that rhythm and music.  Whether it's fast or slow, a simple four-four or a complex seven-four, it is felt and acknowledged.

I think I have lost whatever rhythm I thought I had.  It's no longer there.  I can't feel where the beat is, where it starts or ends.  I can't feel that grasp on something solid and magnificent.  It's suddenly gone.  It's like I'm out of whack with the beat, that I can't find it.  I can't keep up with it, or I want it to be faster.  I can't understand the complicated seven-four and I can't be satisfied with the four-four.  You have no idea how annoying and how incredibly disconcerting it is when a person can't get on the right beat, because your whole body is out of sync.

And some of you know that I'm not just talking about music.

Is it wrong to think of the f-word during the church sermon?  Is it wrong to think about thinking about the f-word during the church sermon?  Is it wrong to think about thinking about the f-word during the church service multiple times?  I think I've thought about thinking about the f-word so many times that I forgot to think about the f-word during the service.  Fuck.

PS:  I've thought about this entry.