Somebody

It's time to play another round of . . . WHITNEY TRYING TO WRITE LYRICS!!!

::cheering crowd::

Anyway, I just recently found these lyrics that I wrote in my documents file. I kind of forgot that I wrote them and I'm a little surprised because they are better than most of my lyrics (which isn't much, but still). I don't know how to do links or else I would link my previously posted lyrics, but the main thing is that I love music. I wish I could write music and perform and share it with the world. Well, I'm not that talented (nor that dedicated), so mostly what I do it write lyrics that I think would make a good song, or at least a good idea for a song. Maybe someday, somewhere down the road, someone will come across my blog and read some of my ideas and decide to use them . . . haha, in my dreams right?

This song I called "Somebody," and it's about feeling alone and just wanting someone, anyone, to love you. It's not finished, but here's what I have.

I wish I had somebody to miss

somebody who missed me too.

I wish I had somebody

to help me get over you.

I wish I had somebody,

to hold me tight

on a night

like this.

Never knew how lonely it could be

on a night so cold and dark.

Never knew this loneliness

taking over my heart

Never knew without you

my life would be

so empty

like this.

CHORUS:

If I can't have you

can I please just have somebody

to stop the hurt tonight?

I just wish I had somebody

to stop me from thinking of you.

Somebody, anybody, somebody

Or you.

The Bright Side

We can't help it if the Creamery is the coolest place to go on campus.

Ch-ch-ch-changes

There is a guy who comes through my line at work every morning and asks a question. Not the same question, but a different question every morning. Yesterday his question was "What would you change about yourself if you could?"

I think what I would change the most about me isn't necessarily physical because I have come to terms with the way I look and how my body is--what I would change would be the way I am socially. Now, I don't think that I'm necessarily a socially inept person. I get along well at work and church. Mostly I just wish I was like the other girls that I see and associate with. While I'm a girly-girl in that I like to look good and I adore cute shoes and wear make-up, I could definitely work on a more girly personality.

That sounds like I want to be one of those girls who screech and giggle and throw themselves at every breathing male that crosses their path. This isn't so. I do wish that I could flirt. And I wish that I were comfortable in situations where I am surrounded by a lot of girls. But I'm private. I keep a lot to myself until I know someone very well. I'm very bad at comforting and having empathy over things that I know are a big deal to others, but just aren't to me. Sometimes I just wish that I were the girl people knocked on our door to talk to, and not just the last choice when no one else is home. This is turning into a pity party and it wasn't meant to be. Ah well, "Those who do not complain are never pitied."--Jane Austen. Though I hardly ever complain to anyone but my family, which is probably why I don't get the pity I sometimes feel I deserve.

Mostly I just wish that I wasn't as conserved as I am--that I was more able to join in a conversation. I just don't have the way of conversing with others that many of my peers seem to have. Basically, if I were in a Jane Austen novel I would be more the Darcy type of character than the Elizabeth. My roommate tried to make me feel better by saying that I had the best type of personality of all because it's not so outwardly shown, people need to get to know me to see it . . . but I can't help but wonder if people just aren't willing to get to know me because I don't show it.

Alas. The older I get the harder it seems to be social. I wonder why that it?

Anyway, what would you all change about yourself if you could?

Dreams Do Come True

"Happiness isn't happiness...

... without a violin playing goat."

A Mum for My Mum

This is a special post dedicated to someone very special. This wonderful woman suffered through nine months of pregnancy and nausea, just to have my ripped from her womb at the end of it all. She has gone through 25 years of getting up in the middle of the night with crying babies, of changing dirty diapers, and cleaning up vomit. She has stayed up late waiting for her kids to come back from a date or a night out with friends. She has suffered the loss of them all leaving for college, and the distress of them all coming back to the house. :) She has endured long phone calls with a crying daughter, and ungrateful children at times.

She might have thought that everything she did went unnoticed. Well, Mom, I'm here to tell you that it didn't. I might not have said it at the time, but thanks for what you've done. You (and Dad, but it's not his day yet) are the reason that I'm who I am. And I mean that in a good way. :) You taught me how to cook, to clean, to pack my own lunches, and to do my laundry. I appreciate every time you listened to your over emotional daughter make a bigger deal out of everything than was probably necessary. What would I have done without your wisdom, your love, and your great hugs? Never doubt that you didn't raise us to be the best people that we could ever be. I only hope I can raise my children half as well as you did.

I love you, Mommy.

Uplifting? Ha!

I have lost my faith in the purpose of Women's Conference. Instead of being uplifting, they apparently teach the women how to be rude and yell at student employees who work at small grocery stores and are just trying to do their jobs.

I don't think I will ever go to Women's Conference.

I have also lost my faith in middle-aged women. Only one in 30 are kind. I hope I'm the one when I get to that age.