This is going to be a nice week. I'm pretty sure.
Harvard arrived in Eastern Washington early this evening after a long drive over from Seattle. My dad drove me to Snoqualie and my mom, aunt, and Ilsa met us there. From there we went to Ellensberg for lunch (though I'm on the last day of a nine day cleanse so I didn't eat). Then we went on to Yakima to do some shopping. Retail therapy. It's a good thing.
Harvard and my mom's dog, Skeet, are getting along great, but are pretty excitable. Hopefully they'll get tuckered out tomorrow when they can go out and run around.
I'm looking forward to sleeping in tomorrow (and having breakfast!). Then I'll help my mom work on her house, play with the dogs, and maybe do some reading.
For now it's time to take the pup outside then head to bed.
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This is the day... This is the story of my life after college. This is a collection of the tales from my adventures. This is a chronicle of my experiences.
Better Beautiful Than Perfect
I run a little insurrection that moves in the direction that beauty is beauty in spite of perfection
see the crosses at the roadside
see the thorn bush ablaze in bloom
put your feet in the sand, a lukewarm beer in your hand
momma, let down your hair
yes, I´ve chipped a tooth
no need to call home
I don´t have to be anywhere
we can hear the bossa nova
we can sway the night away
the steps to the dance are best left up to chance
better beautiful than perfect, anyway
and while the moon wanes and waxes
death and taxes are lurking out there
Life is grand, Love is real and Beauty is everywhere
And so the clear blue sky
no, she never made a sound
though she was blindfolded, gagged and bound
now see the poppies pushin´ up through the bones on the ground but the body´s never found
can you hear the bossa nova? let us sway the night away...
(Clyne, Johnson, Naffah)
see the crosses at the roadside
see the thorn bush ablaze in bloom
put your feet in the sand, a lukewarm beer in your hand
momma, let down your hair
yes, I´ve chipped a tooth
no need to call home
I don´t have to be anywhere
we can hear the bossa nova
we can sway the night away
the steps to the dance are best left up to chance
better beautiful than perfect, anyway
and while the moon wanes and waxes
death and taxes are lurking out there
Life is grand, Love is real and Beauty is everywhere
And so the clear blue sky
no, she never made a sound
though she was blindfolded, gagged and bound
now see the poppies pushin´ up through the bones on the ground but the body´s never found
can you hear the bossa nova? let us sway the night away...
(Clyne, Johnson, Naffah)
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