Saturday, June 14, 2003

this time tomorrow, i'm going to be sleeping in my own bed in my nice new place -i built the bed today with the much appreciated assistance of janice and emily. mr electric screwdriver and i do not get along well -- he screws my screws in crooked. there will be no internet in our new place, at least not before i leave for home, so this is probably the last chance i'll have to update my blog for about a week. [ok maybe not there is still the library after all]

it's sort of weird to see my room all barren, the walls stripped of posters and pictures and random photos and scribblings and postcards -- it's like the insde of a padded cell here, all white and everything, only it isn't padded. -grins- there's nothing but junk under the bed -the fridge has been moved to amanda's for safekeeping, so alex can have it in the fall- and the closets are mostly empty. the dressers are empty. there are random bits of odds and ends lying ard which will arrive safely in my apartment by three pm tomorrow, when the dorms close for the summer. many many happy memories in this room, memories which are sad and painful to leave behind. it's been a great great year with a great great roommate - i don't think we've fought at all, it's so strange - and it's going to feel just a little Wrong for us not to be in the same place next year, making weird noises and having __saurus conversations incomprehensible to anyone else. to not look out my windows and see the law school fountain and the weird happenings of 60th street. but life is full of changes, and we must move along with them.

Yesterday a child came out to wonder
Caught a dragonfly inside a jar
Fearful when the world was full of thunder
And tearful at the falling of a star

And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on a carousel of time
We can't return, we can only look
Behind from where we came
And go round and round and round in a circle game

Then the child moved ten times round the seasons
Skated over ten clear frozen streams
Words like 'When you're older' must appease him
And promises of someday fill his dreams

Sixteen springs and sixteen summers gone now
Cartwheels turn to carwheels through the town
And they tell him, take your time, it won't be long now
Til you drag your feet to slow the circles down

So the years spin by and now the boy is twenty
Though his dreams have lost some grandeur coming true
There'll be new dreams, maybe better dreams, and plenty
Before the last revolving year is true...

And the seasons, they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return, we can only look
Behind from where we came
And go round and round and round in the circle game...





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