A mix of raving nightmares - ME

Just doing one of those really narcissistic things that girls do - look into a mirror and I realised I'm really quite a stylist's nightmare, if I ever have the privilege of even having a stylist. My clothes are all wrong and i'm the wrong size. Anyhow, yes I'm a dermatologist's nightmare because at the moment my complexion's horrid and it doesn't look like it might get any better soon, even with winter knocking on the front door. I'm a dietician's nightmare as well, because I don't eat meat and I binge alot, on chocolate and all those other sorta nonsensical things that well just don't make me being a vegetarian any more beneficial. Then of course, I'm a personal trainer's nightmare because it'll be so hard for one to whip me into shape even though I give a 150% because there's so many parts of me that's just, well "wrong". I'm also inevitably my parents' nightmares, coz' they've gotta worry about whether my health is alright, my homework's ok, whether I'm getting homesick, whether i've got enough money to spend and all those other miscellaneous things that at the moment, having even to think of it drives me insane. Up the wall almost.

This whole having a children thing hit quite close to home lately, especially since the time when my landlord's niece and nephew came to stay with us, they're 2 and 3 respectively, and honestly, I really don't know how their mum does it. Really I don't. It's completely amazing because even though it might start getting easier to take care of them when they grow older, they no longer are cute. I don't reckon 6 year old kids are cute - thats the stage when they become tyrants, when they think they rule the roost because they've got mum and dad twined around nicely and comfortably on their fingers. Woop - poo-ie. It's quite a scary thought, having to have to witness all this before you have your own kids and further reiterated by all the nonsense you get off developmental psych. Children are hmms...something worth thinking about....

anyhow...new song...Thanx Joel...
so true though. How apt. It's not his dream, it's mine. No one gets every single thing.
Back to history. Hitler.
Later.

"Home"

Michael Buble

Another summer day

Is come and gone away

In Paris and Rome

But I wanna go home

Mmmmmmmm

***

Maybe surrounded by

A million people I

Still feel all alone

I just wanna go home

***

Oh I miss you, you know

And I’ve been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you

Each one a line or two“I’m fine baby, how are you?”

Well I would send them but I know that it’s just not enough

My words were cold and flat

And you deserve more than that

***

Another aerorplane

Another sunny place

I’m lucky I know

But I wanna go home

Mmmm, I’ve got to go home

***

Let me go home

I’m just too far from where you are

I wanna come home

***

And I feel just like I’m living someone else’s life

It’s like I just stepped outside

When everything was going right

And I know just why you could not

Come along with me

But this was not your dream

But you always believe in me

***

Another winter day has come

And gone away

And even Paris and Rome

And I wanna go home

Let me go home

***

And I’m surrounded by

A million people I

Still feel alone

Oh, let go home

Oh, I miss you, you know

***

Let me go home

I’ve had my run

Baby, I’m doneI gotta go home

Let me go home

It will all right

I’ll be home tonight

I’m coming back home