"Blooming up from the ground..."

Bomber Pilot

Watch out, bombs are falling
Don’t fall out of love
Say that your heart
That my heart, that it’s not broken

And the witch is forever haunting
She’ll haunt you into fear
Hide under the stairs, pray to god
She won’t find me here

Bomber pilot
How could you drop your bomb?
You don’t even know me at all
Bomber pilot
Bomber pilot
I hope you lose your way
Maybe could just live for one more day
Bomber pilot

And one it’s for your country,
And two, it’s all for me
Oh no

Bomber pilot
I hope you lose your way
Maybe could just live for one more day
Bomber pilot

Bomber pilot
How could you drop your bomb?
You don’t even know me at all
Bomber pilot
Bomber pilot
I hope you lose your way
Maybe could just live for one more day 

Yuck.

Yesterday I studied for five hours and I’m pushing two already today, with at least four more to go. Trying to knock out clinical chemistry as it’s my least favorite to review. Ugh.

June 11th is the big test date. Other than that I have nothing really to worry about here in Florida so things are good. Once I pass my exam and finish the two classes I need for my FL licensure I can get that stuff all submitted and start actually looking for a job. Woot.

Seriously craving a beach day sometime soon. Hmm…

The little things.

The boyfriend and I fought last night. I think we’d both agree that it was the first time we said truly angry words to each other. It was not fun.

We played WoW together for a couple hours this morning, and I just spent the last two hours packing (HARDCORE packing — I was hot and sweaty by the time I got done… but I truly am done with the bulk of it).

Earlier this week I’d mentioned that he should buy me some of my favorite beer and have it in his fridge for when I got there, and he spent about half an hour yesterday searching the web and making phone calls to find a store in his town that had it. He sent me a picture of it getting cozy in his fridge.

If you’re curious — it’s The Lost Coast’s Tangerine Wheat. I’m pretty excited about my arrival in Florida, and not just because of the citrusy goodness that awaits me.

Move

10 days and counting.

Relocation

I move 600 miles away to live with my wonderful boyfriend in 16 days. I’m so excited to say goodbye to Tennessee.

Really?

No, dad, it is not okay if one of your six girlfriends and her daughter comes and stays at our house. No, I don’t care that their power is out. Thanks for asking BEFORE you invited them.

Get them a fucking motel, and stay there yourself while you’re at it.

Three Rounds and a Sound

They’re playing our song
They’re playing our song
Can you see the lights?
Can you hear the hum?

Of our song
I hope they get it right
I hope we dance tonight
Before we get it wrong

And the seasons
Will change us new,
But you’re the best I’ve known
And you know me;
I could not be stuck on you
If it weren’t true

I was swimming
My eyes were dark
‘Til you woke me
And told me that opening 
Is just the start…
It was

Now I see you, ‘til kingdom come
You’re the one I want
To see me for all the stupid shit I’ve done

Soil and six feet under —
Kept just like we were;
Before you knew you’d know me
And you know me

Blooming up from the ground
Three rounds and a sound
Like whispering you know me
And you know me

So this was our song
This was our song
I still see the lights
I can see them

And the criss-cross
Of what is true won’t get to us
‘Cause you know me
I could not give up on you
It wouldn’t feel true

And the fog of what is right
Won’t cover us cause you know me
I could not give up a fight
Wouldn’t feel right

Soil and six feet under —
Kept just like we were;
Before you knew you’d know me
And you know me

Blooming up from the ground
Three rounds and a sound
Like whispering you know me
And you know me

— Three Rounds and a Sound, Blind Pilot

Sometimes I am really amazed at the way some people can write things that really speak to me.

Time

I am wondering, today, how much of it I have left.

I love you, mom.