It's almost that time of year again. Tomorrow I'm going to start packing up my room, and I'm ecstatic and also incredibly sad at the same time. The happiness stems from the fact that I hate being in one place for too long, and so I'm excited to pack up my room and move somewhere new. But I'm also well aware that I'm not moving somewhere new, I'm going back home, to my old room... and that's not exactly exciting. But I've decided I can live with it, as long as I paint my walls this summer. I think it will be enough of a change - and maybe if I move all the furniture around too - that I'll last until next January. Or at least September.
When i get home, I'll be going back to my old high school to get the kids involved in this amazing project started by a girl not much older than myself The Mosqoy Foundation
I might get the chance to work with them while I'm in Peru, or at least meet some of the students involved, who are lucky enough to receive the scholarships this organization provides.
This song transports me back to the nineties, and listening to savage garden on my tape player. that's right, tapes. For some reason I seem to be posting a lot of random song lyrics on here, but maybe that will all change soon. When I have something real to say.
Savage Garden - I Want You
Anytime I need to see your face
I just close my eyes
And I am taken to a place where
Your crystal mind and
Magenta feelings take up shelter
In the base of my spine
Sweet like a chic a cherry cola
I don't need to try and explain
I just hold on tight
And if it happens again I might move
So slightly
To the arms and the lips and the face
Of the human cannonball
That I need to I want to
Come stand a little bit closer
Breath in and get a bit higher
You'll never know what hit you
When I get to you
Chorus
Ooh I want you
I don't know if I need you
But ooh I'd die to find out
Ooh I want you
I don't know if I need you
But ooh Id die to find out
I'm the kind of person who endorses
A deep commitment
Getting comfy getting perfect
Is what I live for
But a look then a smell of perfume
Its like I'm down on the floor
And I don't know what I'm in for
Conversation has a time and place
In the interaction of a lover and
A mate
But the time of talking
Using symbols using words
Can be likened to a deep sea diver
Who is swimming with a raincoat
Come stand a little bit closer
Breathe in and get a bit higher
You'll never know what hit you
When I get to you
Chorus
Anytime I need to see your face
I just close my eyes
And I am taken to a place where
Your crystal mind and
Magenta feelings take up shelter
In the base of my spine
Sweet like a chic a cherry cola
I don't need to try and explain
I just hold on tight
And if it happens again I might move
So slightly
To the arms and the lips and the face
Of the human cannonball
That I need to I want to
Chorus
So can we find out
