Again.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009, 11:29 PM

Sun rays come down as seen when they hit the ground,
Children spinning around till they fall down down down.
I wait for you: it's been two hours now,
You're still somewhere in town,
Your dinners getting cold.
I rest my case you are always this late,
And you know how much I hate waiting around 'round 'round,
Bitter heart, bitter heart tries to keep it all inside,
Bitter heart, bitter heart shadows will help you try to hide,
Bitter heart, my bitter heart is gettin' just a little fragile,
Bitter heart, bitter heart of mine.
And then you come and tell me the same reason as you did yesterday,
So tell me whats her name.
Doo doo da dum, doo doo da dum, doo doo doo doo doo doo da da dum dum, da da da da dum, da da da da dum, da da da da dum.
Bitter heart, bitter heart tries to keep it all inside
Bitter heart, bitter heart shadows will help you try to hide,
Bitter heart, my bitter heart is just getting a little fragile,
Bitter heart, bitter heart of mine, of mine, of mine, of mine, of mine, of mine.

The lyrics are nice but the tune isn't really. Anyway in light of J's recent post (I'm to thank for that, really) I would like to defend myself.
First of, I was trying to be nice. Why wouldn't I be? After all she endured me for the past I-don't-know-how-long since she's had the misfortune to be 11 while I'm 12. Anyway. I thought that exams might be too stressful for her since everyone think she's KKL's rival. So I let her bat. I'm nice that way. And she was clearly having fun, so I made this impossible mark for her. Who knew she shoved it on me anyway. So I said, 'OK, I'll bat twice in a row and after that you bat.' Because twice in a row sounds vaguely attainable. But, not, apparently, when J's pitching for you. The stupid woman let me bat it the first time and flung the ball up in the air for the second one. Instead of giving the stupid ball a whacking I ended up running away from it. It would have been fitting, however, if it fell on J's head. Unfortunately it didn't. Ah well.
But hey the non-foam covered bat was nice to hold and use. At least we didn't run the risk of whacking ourselves over our heads. Bah.
I consider myself defended. That, and I'm tired.

As the rain pours

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A Whiting and A Snail-Lewis Carroll
‘Will you walk a little faster?’ said a whiting to a snail.
‘There’s a porpoise close behind us, and he’s treading on my tail.
See how eagerly the lobsters and the turtles all advance!
They are waiting on the shingle - will you come and join the dance?
Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you, will you join the dance?
Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you, won’t you join the dance?

‘You can really have no notion how delightful it will be
When they take us up and throw us, with the lobsters, out to sea!’
But the snail replied ‘Too far, too far!’ and gave a look askance -
Said he thanked the whiting kindly, but he would not join the dance.
Would not, could not, would not, could not, would not join the dance.
Would not, could not, would not, could not, could not join the dance.

‘What matters it how far we go?’ his scaly friend replied.
‘There is another shore, you know, upon the other side.
The further off from England the nearer is to France -
Then turn not pale, beloved snail, but come and join the dance.
Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you, will you join the dance?
Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you, won’t you join the dance?’

Wednesday, September 23, 2009, 11:29 PM