Do not worry fair readers (all three of you) I am still alive. While it is almost 12.00am, I shall regale you with things i have accomplished.
1. I finished all my school work and sent it off
2. I'm left with money in my bank account and food in the freezer, fridge and tub on the floor.
3. I bought a cookbook (only cos it had a yummy cake on the cover)
Though I did all this in ONE day, it brings me to wonder, what will tomorrow hold? Welll....
I could clean my room (started at 2.ooam yesterday morning...)
I could go hang out in the city
Or
I could sleep all day.
I could also go and get my tongue pierced, or buy myself a present (helloooo classic!)
I don't know what I'm going to do tomorrow. The possibilities are endless really. I found some paints I'd bought awhile back, i could do some watercolour painting... just have to buy some better brushes. I might just relax tomorrow. Do nothing, and read a book, listen to music, do some painting and crotchet some more.
Sounds like bliss to me.
what would you do on your next day off?
I had disengaged to avoid being totaled
I would run away and say good riddance, soon enough
I had grown disgusted by your small-minded ceiling
Imagine myself bolting had not been difficult
Soon be my life
Soon be my pace
Soon be my choice of which you'll have no part of
Unprodigal daughter and I'm heading for the west
Disenchanted daughter and this plane cannot fly fast enough
Unencumbered daughter hit the ground running at last
Id invite you but I'm busy being unoppressed
I hit the ground running, although I know not what toward
I hit the town feeling, forgetting all that came before
I felt primed and ready, once surrounded by the pawns
I felt culture shocked, but dissuaded, I was not
This is my town
This is my voice
This is my taste of which you've have no part of
Unprodigal daughter and I'm heading for the west
Disenchanted daughter and this plane cannot fly fast enough
Unencumbered daughter hit the ground running at last
Id invite you but I'm busy being unoppressed
One day Ill saddle back and speak of foreign adventures
One day Ill double back and tell you about these unfettered years
One day Ill look back and feel something other than relieved
Glad that I left when I did before, I know you, you cant get the best of me
When Id speak of artistry you would roll your eyes skyward
When Id speak of spirituality you would label it absurd
When I spoke of possibility you would frown and shake your head
If I had stayed much longer, Id have surely imploded
These are my words
This is my house
These are my friends of which you've had no part
Unprodigal daughter and I'm heading for the west
Disenchanted daughter and this plane cannot fly fast enough
Unencumbered daughter hit the ground running at last
Id invite you but I'm busy being unoppressed
Unprodigal daughter and I'm heading for the west
Disenchanted daughter and this plane cannot fly fast enough
Unencumbered daughter hit the ground running at last
Id invite you but I'm busy being unoppressed