Saturday, October 10, 2009

The Only Exception by Paramore


I heard this and some of the lines jumped out at me. So, I wanted to share the song. Enjoy.





When I was younger
I saw my daddy cry
And curse at the wind
He broke his own heart
And I watched
As he tried to reassemble it

And my momma swore that
She would never let herself forget
And that was the day I promised
I'd never sing of love
If it does not exist

But darlin,
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception

Maybe I know, somewhere
Deep in my soul
That love never lasts
And we've got to find other ways
To make it alone
Or keep a straight face

And I've always lived like this
Keeping a comfortable, distance
And up until now
I had sworn to myself that I'm content
With loneliness

Cos none of it was ever worth the risk, but

You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception

I've got a tight grip on reality
But I can't
Let go of what's in front of me here
I know your leaving
In the morning, when you wake up
Leave me with some proof its not a dream

Ohh---

You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception

And I'm on my way to believing it.
Oh, And I'm on my way to believing it.




Friday, October 2, 2009

It was 30 years ago today...

Well, not exactly today, but I was a part of the class of '79. Tonight I am attending my class reunion. I'm going to it with mixed emotions, but excitement is building in me. Which does surprise me, but in a good way.

In the past...

10 year reunion? I didn't even considered going.

20 year reunion? I might have, but I'm not sure they even had one. *laffin*

But now? After 30 years? Yes, I want to see how people have changed and how they have stayed the same. Curiosity won out. I spent 6 of my most influential, personality shaping years of my life with
many of these people (grades 7-12). For some of them, being a teenager and high school was fun and easy, or at least I thought. I have talked with a few of them just today and it is weird how we saw others and ourselves differently than how other people saw us. Seems they were struggling also, which surprised me. No big surprise that I desperately tried to fit in back then.


Feelin' fine in '79... can you spot me?


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I attended a private school, so the class was smaller. We had 53 total and I want to take the time to list out their first names here:

Wheat
Marianne
Liz
Barbara
Susie (Aarow)
Jim
Trinita
Jay*
Amy
Clay
Megan
Brian
Tisha
Phil
Colleen
Rusty
Nancy
Ricky
Mary E.
Mary F.
Steve
Leila
Phil
Leann
Kelley
Dan*
Mary Jane*
Rena
Bibo
John J.
Skip
Brad
Laurie
Anne
John M.
Kelly
William
Randy
David
Nancy
Susan
Cathy
Craig (Matt)
George
Mary S.
Shane
Doug
Ricky V.
Dave
Wanda
Kirk
Shren
& Me

Clay was in charge of the reunion and went beyond the call of duty getting everything in place and tracking people down.

This is Clay
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So here it is, the middle of the night and I'm up writing this. It is my way of saying - thank you Clay, for all you did, and I'll see you and the others later today. I'm looking forward to it.



*RIP