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Name: Sara
Country: United States
State: Missouri
Metro: Cape Girardeau
Birthday: 5/2/1984
Gender: Female
Interests: Music! My goal is to make an attempt at every instrument I can get my greedy li'l hands on.
Literature! Well, I read literature whenever I can pry myself away from Stephen King.
Life! I'm a born people watcher. Close your curtains!
Expertise: I try to dabble in a little of everything, but it's obvious that my expertise stretches far beyond the limit of normal comprehension, and so I won't go into detail. ;-p
Occupation: Administrative
Industry: Medical
Message: message meEmail: email me
AIM:  SaraOfZalma
Member Since:
4/8/2001
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| I have been sooo sick. Last week I had strep throat and a sinus infection. I hadn't had strep in a few years, and I forgot how miserable it could be. But I'm feeling much better, and I had an excuse to eat lots of ice cream, so that all worked out I guess. | | |
| i dreamed about a stranger
i once knew very well
his words took me to heaven
his mind took him to hell
he placed it on the table
for nonchalant perusal
laid it out in pieces
and sought out my approval
perhaps i was too maleable
perhaps he was too strong
i tried to bring him music
but i'd written all his songs
in any case, he disappeared
to glory or to ground
and i dream of him so vividly
i dare not turn around
Sara J. Corbin
A few side notes, for lack of a better place to put them:
Not everyone in Missouri has 'Jo' in their names, but the people who don't have 'Jo' usually have 'Lee'. Whether or not I've been watching realistic science fiction is all a matter of opinion. I consider Neverwhere to be absolutely plausible. Psychopaths who casually admit to being psychopaths are usually the amusing kind, not the dangerous kind. USUALLY. | | |
| I can't believe I posted this song in 2005, and what's even crazier, I can't believe I wrote this song in 2004! Time gets away from us, slippery little devil.
If you want to know, the chord progression is G, Em7, Am7, C, D, but it doesn't do you any good because you don't know how it sounds!
I've been feeling a little funny lately
like I'm walking in a pair of shoes a stranger gave me.
I've taken for granted things that used to be the same,
and my mother accidently gave me someone else's name.
'Cause when I speak it's like my tongue is from another land,
and someone else's memory has got me by the hand.
It takes me down a corridor I've never seen before,
but there's my life in front of me when we step through the door.
As I look out of the mirror, see myself across the room,
it looks like I am drowning in the smell of cheap perfume.
All the shiny plastic people say they love my latest work
and I can't tell who is sincere and who's just trying to be a jerk.
'Cause I've forgotten all the things that make a person real.
Somewhere along the line I got the short end of the deal.
'Cause I have been a failure and I've also seen success,
and since that's what I was after I forgot about the rest.
So I left me at the party and I headed out for home,
but before I even made it there I saw a was alone.
My shadow up and left me and my footprints walked away
and now I'm waiting on a midnight train in the middle of the day.
(play some pretty music now)
I've been feeling a little lost and dizzy,
like I got a card from someone saying they don't miss me,
and everything is great now and they're glad I'm not around,
but it's from someone I don't know in some non-existant town.
More and more I find myself unable to recall
if I'm somewhere on the road or just somewhere out in the hall.
I'd stop all my running if I knew where I'd begun,
but once somebody told me I was having to much fun.
So I packed up all the things I had and put them in the trash.
Maybe someone else will find my life and turn it into cash.
They'll someday sit and wonder who to thank for all they've got,
and I'll never give another thought to being who I'm not.
I'd like to think they'd run with it and never turn around,
and live a life of meaning like the one I never found.
I wish them luck with everything and hope it all works out,
and I hope it doesn't leave them with this bad taste in their mouth.
But I know it's not reality, I know it's not the truth.
They'll give the world their innocence, their beauty and their youth.
And before they even know it they'll be sittin' by my side,
waiting on a train that they ain't never gonna ride.
© Sara J. Corbin 2004 | | |
| There is a rhythm I've been missing
Somewhere pulsing underneath,
Some poisoned river, underground,
Flowing 'neath my feet.
And I can't say I've missed it
And I can't say I've not.
But I never turned my back away;
It was I the beat forgot.
I danced a while for others
Thinking it for me,
Claiming there were demons
Clawing to be free.
But the truth, by far, is simpler
With no hidden faces in it:
The rhythm found another
Who could more easily begin it. | | |
| I finally got my Christmas tree up last night. I can't believe I waited so long. I usually do it the day after Thanksgiving, the way my grandmother used to do it before my entire family became too lazy to do Christmas at all. Now I have all of my pretty decorations up and no one will ever see them but myself and Steven. (Well, and Sancho and Phoebe-kitty, who will break half of my expensive ornaments and never touch the cheap ones from Dollar General.)
I miss old friends. I miss Jess, who moved a million miles away and has a different boyfriend everytime I do get to see her, not really because she has so many boyfriends but because I see her so seldom. I miss the people who are just a few miles down the road but who are so drastically different that we no longer have anything to share. I miss new friends too, who seem to so quickly find something else to occupy their time. That's my fault, though. I am incredibly boring. Often when my coworkers ask me on Friday what I'm doing for the weekend, I tell them about some jigsaw puzzle that I've been looking forward to. How exciting is that? I can't help it-I like jigsaw puzzles! Not that I don't like more exciting things, but...I don't know, I like jigsaw puzzles.
I would like to start going out and listening to more live music, but there's nothing terribly closeby. Even if we drive to Cape, there's really only one band around that plays music that I have any interest in, and they play on Thursday nights! Who plays on Thursday nights?!? It's an hour drive from where I live, and they don't start until 9. So that would mean hanging around in Cape after I get off work at 5, trying to find something to do until they start at 9, and then driving an hour home afterwards to have to get back up at 5:30 the next morning for work! That's just crazy. | | |
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