I 've Got Long Johns Under Slacks for Blustery Days

eventful day i would say had an interesting experience after devotional with jacob. I saw cafeteria boy this evening he got a haircut and is no longer sporting the leather trenchcoat but has replaced it with a rather dashing nice winter coat dakota kept prodding today said i looked "hot" and later replaced that with "cute" he is a nerd but a good friend i will talk to him i will. I ate dinner with jacob and marcus this evening it was interesting i pointed out a boy that i thought was cute as is custom in the galleyand jacob of course after stating that i find the "most homely " boys to be attractive walked over and introduced himself it was all very convinient after awhile jacob came back and this young man passed our table and said something to jacob. after which jacob introduced us chris from new jersey best smile ever and twinkley eyes that made me giddy. i hope to see him again soon. well i suppose i should go do some homework not much to be done meh

alli just announced that she will be naming a daughter(when she has one) stevie all i could think of when she said that is a wrinkly little baby singing:

just like the white winged dove...
Sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing...
Whoo... whoo... whoo...
Just like the white winged dove...
Sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing...
Ooo baby... ooo... said ooo

And the days go by...
Like a strand in the wind...
In the web that is my own...
I begin again
Said to my friend, baby...
Nothin' else mattered

He was no more... than a baby then
Well he... seemed broken hearted...
Something within him
But the moment... that I first laid...
Eyes... on... him... all alone...
On the edge of... seventeen

Just like the white winged dove...
Sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing...
ooo baby... ooo... said ooo...
Just like the white winged dove...
Sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing...
Ooo baby... ooo... said ooo

I went today... maybe I will go again...
Tomorrow
And the music there it was hauntingly...
Familiar
And I see you doing...
What I try to do for me
With the words from a poet...
And the voice from a choir
And a melody... nothing else mattered

Just like the white winged dove...
Sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing...
ooo baby... ooo... said ooo
Just like the white winged dove...
Sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing...
Ooo baby... ooo... said ooo

The clouds... never expect it...
When it rains
But the sea changes colours...
But the sea...
Does not change
And so... with the slow... graceful flow...
Of age
I went forth... with an age old...
Desire... to please
On the edge of... seventeen