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[firstlightofeos]

Having been bored with my journal, I've decided to make some changes. Most obviously, the journal's title and mood theme have changed; I've decided to base everything off of Johnny Mercer's song, "Dream":

Get in touch with that sundown fellow,
As he tiptoes across the sun.
He's got a million kinds of stardust;
Pick your favorite brand.
And...

Dream,
When you're feeling blue.
Dream,
That's the thing to do.

Just watch the smoke rings rise in the air;
You'll find your share of memories there.
So...

Dream,
Ahen the day is through.
Dream,
And they might come true.

Things never are as bad as they seem,
So dream, dream, dream.


C'est une très belle chanson, n'est-ce pas?

Anyways. Life in general is going all right...tired, a bit stressed, but in general, everything's a-okay.

*huggles to everyone*

Comments

[firstlightofeos.livejournal.com]

I'm sick. Sick sick sick sick sick.

And my brain's super-saturated with things I have to remember for school...*headdeskthump* *zzzzzz*

[anokam.livejournal.com]

*nods* You are.

*pats* I'd try and sympathise, but I'm kind of holding my own pity party here. So I'm rather busy with that. Some other time, aye?

[sweetcherrytree.livejournal.com]

*hugs* Feel better, I hope.

[firstlightofeos.livejournal.com]

*laughs* It was just a hunger-headache. I'm all better now.