53 minutes until tomorrow...

And I need I say bloggers - before Harry Potter there was Joey Potter but I have little time to explore that issue alltogether actucally I have no time to explore anything, even my next assignment which is due tomorrow. And it being 53 minutes away from the approaching tomorrow I should start the gay thing...

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Rejection of Reality - Living in the 90's

Blogger meet Storm...vice versa

Okay well its 12:58 in the early thursday dark morning and I am finishing off/starting my final EDS assignment for the semester, you know the giant ones due at the end of a unit all about readings and contextual knowledge of things i have yet to read - due in the more brighter middle of today. Actually let me rephrase that I should be finishing off/starting my gianormous -what a quality word- assignment. But I have found myself on my blog yet again - its funny when your time is better spent elsewhere we come and waste time here, however when the social scale is at its hermit stage we cannot drag ourselves to even write a few sentances about life. Thats the way it goes right. I am so tired and I have no time off...

This whole time while writing this a whole 12 minutes I'm waiting for this GAY pdf file to open so I can continue my assignment - can my excuses get any worse - looks to be an allnighter. You know right as we speak I am listening to Hanson - ugh - how much more of a 90's child can I get. Mind you it is their later stuff - still whats next a posh spice bob, chokers and pumps? I think not. Ill stick to sitcoms and pop music. Mind you there is a comeback of leopard skin and let me say this there has got to be a logical reason why it never stuck - why repeat histories mistakes?

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Best Song

- not in terms of lyrics or style it just is so catchy and the harmony is amazing.

Home

Bloggers imagine this...
A small hotel room, a single bed by the window, a 12 year old forced to grow up to quickly, a father thats late home and a cold night, pouring with rain. The rain hits the cold window and slides down, the distance is blurred by the heavy rain, with headphones on its her alone in that small hotel room. Waiting for someone to take her out, take her home, no one comes, no headlights in the distance. She stares out, the song is soft and as the rain falls down the window pane, tears fall down the young innocent face...

"Something in your eyes
Makes me want to lose myself
Makes me want to lose myself
In your arms

There's something in your voice
Makes my heart beat fast
Hope this feeling lasts
The rest of my life

If you knew how lonely my life has been
And how long I've felt so low
If you knew how I wanted someone to come along
And change my life the way you've done

Chorus:
Feels like home to me
Feels like home to me
Feels like I'm all the way back where
I come from
Feels like home to me
Feels like home to me
Feels like I'm all the way back where I belong

A window breaks down a long dark street
And a siren wails in the night
But I'm alright 'cause I have you here with me
And I can almost see through the dark there's light

If you knew how much this moment means to me
And how long I've waited for your touch
If you knew how happy you are making me
I've never thought I'd love anyone so much

Feels like I'm all the way back where I belong..."

- Chantal Kreviazuk

This is a beautiful song, I had a fairly rough childhood growing up one could say, when we moved into the country for a few years I was homesick and I would play this song to cry to, to just let go and remember home. I still listen to it and cry my heart out but now its not about wanting to go home its about being home, finally I am in the family of God and there is no other place I would rather be. I shared tonight with my boyfriend about the full extent of my past not neccesarily me involved in the wrong things but me surrounded by those things and he was amazed at where God is brought me, looking back I see with him the hand of God drawing me into him, keeping me safe holding me in the palm of his hand. Thankyou God, this song has new meanings I am living my hope.

Blessed be God, my shelter, my strength in whom I am found home.
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