My friend Dan sent me this clip from the old Sesame Street. It sounds like Henson and Oz are working some ad-libs into it and having a ball. Dan has a child and has started watching Sesame Street again; he tells me that the characters don’t get angry and yell anymore. That’s a bummer.
I hope they still show that segment where the baker falls down the stairs with a tray full of cakes and pies, though.
:)))))))
It’s 12:43 am in Florence, and I’m heading to bed for the last time here. I’ve been trying to piece together how I feel about this place and leaving it for the last 12 hours, and I’ve drawn some conclusions. It’s a scary thing, having to say goodbye to a person or a place you may never see again. The only comforting thought is believing that maybe it’s not goodbye forever…maybe some day I will find myself here again, or in the embrace of an old friend. I just don’t want to backtrack-I want to move forwards, rather than backwards. I don’t want the same things out of life anymore and I’ve come so much closer to realizing what kind of person I want to be with someday. When you live in another country, you realize how many different types of people there truly are in the world. I’ve met characters in this town I don’t think I could have dreamt up. So what I need to say is this- Florence, you treated me well. It would be impossible to forget my strolls through the San Lorenzo Market, my nights out in Santa Croce, and falling in love with someone so unexpected. Mi manchi gia.
Never thought that I could feel such a slap in the face
Since my semester in New York where I drank it away
Social strategies are taught to Bohemian crowds
And my love was like a food stamp handing it out
Oh, though I fell in love with you, all fey and grizzled and mature,
You left me naked, pining, whining on your bathroom floor
If it makes you jealous, tell us just which boy we should adore
Only talk about myself so I don’t mind that he’s a bore
He’s like a less cute version of you but he’ll have to do
He’s like a Wal-Mart version of you but he’ll have to do
He’ll have to do
Mountain man! Brag about your band to me!
You got me hot with all those snide remarks about my poetry
But he gobbles up every single line about the stars
And how they scar my slightly chubby arms like brightly light cigars
So now, he’s next to me
But I can feel you in my heart
You’re everything
You’re everything he’ll never be
It’s misery, and, more specifically,
I miss that day you spit on me.
He’s like a less cute version of you but he’ll have to do
He’s like a Wal-Mart version of you but he’ll have to do
He’ll have to do
He’s like a less cute version of you but he’ll have to do
He’s like a Wal-Mart version of you but he’ll have to do
He’ll have to do
He’s got no inkling of your status or mind
He’s just the glue that I splatter to bind
You and I are like Siamese twins,
So let this sick sad game begin
Now, you’re here again and he will wonder where I’ve been
I’m giving in but, in my own opinion, it’s how to be
Though I can hear him singing:
“All this envy’s killing me. It’s killing me.”
He’s like a less cute version of you but he’ll have to do
He’s like a Wal-Mart version of you but he’ll have to do
He’ll have to do
He’s like a less cute version of you but he’ll have to do
(And every time I see your face I die inside.)
He’s like a Wal-Mart version of you but he’ll have to do
(And every time I see your face I die inside.)
He’ll have to do
:DDDDDDDDD
Still want to have your children, despite recent musical failures.
Oscar-worthy
I’ve always thought of New Jersey as my home, and for the obvious reasons: I grew up here, my house is here, my parents, sister, and friends are here. Today I had a realization thou. As I sat in the airport at Grand Rapids, Michigan waiting for my plane to take me back to New Jersey, I cried, like I do every time I’m leaving that airport. I wasn’t excited to go back home or to get ready for school and start a whole new year…I honestly just felt incredibly sad that once again, I had to leave all of the people that actually make me happy. I’m perfectly aware that it’s normal to be sad about leaving the people you love, but it’s not normal to dread going home. That’s when I considered that I might feel more at home moving from house to house, with no room of my own, and no permanent residence than I do in my own house. I’m not talking about being a vagrant here. My point is that maybe it’s not a beautiful house or the town you grew up in that defines “home”. Maybe it’s the people that make you feel the most welcome and the most loved-the people that make you laugh the most and remind you of how fun life can be.
I worry so much that I am wasting the best years of my life in places that make me unhappy but there is always a reason not to change things. I don’t like my school and I want to transfer but then there’s this: I’m a junior, I have a schedule, I’m studying abroad next semester, after that I will have 1 year left, so does that make it pointless?A huge part of me wants to live in Michigan and raise a family there but then there’s this: I want to work for a record label-New York is the best place to do that-do I sacrifice the career or the happier life?
There is always going to be something holding you back from doing something really big for yourself, and that totally sucks.
