Cloudy

Cloudy, my thoughts are grey and white and cloudy
they seem to wander all around, you'll see

and distractions, they're all around
in a plethora abound
and my mem'ry's like a child's...
I abandoned concentration; is "fuzzy" valid style?

Cloudy, my thoughts are scattered and they're cloudy
They have no borders, no boundaries

They echo and they swell
From groceries to "what's that smell?"

like chasing rabbits down a well

it seems like all the jokes are new and sassy fits the bill

Hey sunshine, I haven't seen you in a long time
Why don't you show your face and bend my mind?

All questions now I find

I just leave them all behind

And let myself unwind
They don't know where they are going, and, my friend, neither do I

Cloudy, cloudy
Cloudy, cloudy
Cloudy, cloudy

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This is a partial parody. I used some of their lyrics. They're just too good.

 

Ninety-nine percent of the people who read this blog know that recently I sustained a "mild" concussion. Ha. It doesn't feel mild. 

 

I already was convinced that, due to other things in my life, that "Cloudy" is really the perfect, absolute perfect, song to describe my life (with the exception of the first verse). 

 

This parody isn't my finest work, but I felt that I had to try, since it just seemed so fitting that with all the concentration problems I have had, this song keeps popping into my mind. 

 

 

party people in the house

Recently, I held a small soiree of sorts at my humble abode. An assortment of people came. I was so excited for it...ridiculously excited. It felt like Christmas morning and I was nervous over whether people would enjoy themselves.

First, no party happens because of just one person. Unless it's a one-person dance party, but even then, usually it involves music made by other people. So a true one-person party is rare, but should be cherished.

I had so much help with this party. I got a mild concussion earlier in the week and I was limited on driving. A friend of mine volunteered to pick some Christmas crackers for me (which were the highlight of the party), and I was so grateful. Another friend brought some folding chairs, as I did not have enough seating for my guests on my own. Yet another friend brought cream cheese and crackers to munch on. Another came to help me make hot cocoa mix, decorate, and brought Clementine oranges. Someone brought candy canes, which I hung up for more decorations. Lastly, a friend brought milk, eggnog, a record player, and good vintage Christmas vinyl.

We made food. We ate food. A children's book was read aloud. Christmas crackers were popped and jokes were read aloud. Music was listened to. Hot chocolate, eggnog, and all other comestibles were consumed. Then someone got out the guitar and started playing Christmas songs. Many others still in attendance sang. Then someone else took the guitar and the singing still went on. Then silly pictures were taken. Then I had a Grinch moment. Then we adopted the rules of "Yes or No" from A Christmas Carol and we played a round. Then the stragglers who were left went to a very late lunch, as nearly everyone was sugar-bombed. And then we said goodbye. I found out later someone in the party got a parking ticket, which made me sad.

Apparently I win the prize for "Best Non-Standard Christmas Party of 2015" -- so far. Several people told me they enjoyed themselves, and many people really liked the Christmas crackers and the sing-along. I guess having a party in the morning and then just doing what I like to do is enough to carry the day for that competition. Several of my friends were very excited, and I'm really glad that everyone seemed to have such a good time.

I felt like Ramona.."I'm going to have a par-tee! Here comes my par-tee!" Could hardly sleep a wink before the party for wondering if I would get everything done and there were a few last-minute cancellations, etc., that made things a little tricksy. But I so enjoyed myself, even if the first half hour or so was very stressful. I couldn't have done it without my MJ -- she took over the cocoa and getting the cinny stax out of the oven at the end.

There were pictures taken with crowns on, as well as with fake Rudolph nose, which really was supposed to be a magic trick. It was a good time.

recycling

it is a good thing
no emotion recycling
plants exist on earth.

some upwellings are
really too awful to bear
mulling or reuse.

talk about awkward.
speaking of which, I own the w's
you cannot have them!


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 on a separate note:

long, wavy, reddish
sparkly brown, voluminous
all describe my hair