It’s new music Tuesday! In honor of my new Heroes mini-obsession, I have decided that this week’s song will be “Eyes” by Rogue Wave. (This song plays on the first few episodes of season one.) Here’s the link to the playlist.com page with the song. And here are the lyrics:
Missed the last train home
Birds pass by to tell me that I’m not alone.
Well I’m pushing myself to finish this part,
I can handle a lot,
But one thing I’m missing is in your eyes.
In your eyes (x6)
Have you seen this film?
It reminds me of walking through the avenues.
Washing my hands of attachments yeah,
land on the ground,
one thing I’m missing is in your eyes.
(Cause I find love),
In your eyes (x6)
And to go along with a song, here is another picture of dearest Peter Petrelli/Milo Ventimiglia, still without the cute smile/crooked lip, but beautiful nonetheless ^_^ I’m certainly finding something in his eyes….
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I’m curious to know if anyone ever reads past about the first ellipsis or so in my entries. They do tend to be kind of long…. but I generally have a lot to say. Maybe nothing relevant to say, but lots to say nonetheless.
Packed pretty much all day today. Word to high school seniors, if you happen to be reading this: START PACKING WEEKS BEFOREHAND. Do NOT, I repeat, do NOT follow my example and wait until the day before you leave to begin the hardcore packing. My brain is in little pieces all over the house, leaked out of my head from the stress and the trying-to-figure-out-where-the-crap-all-of-this-crucially-important-stuff-is-going-to-go. And I don’t even have Michael Phelps’ beautiful body to look forward to in the evenings anymore. Life is no longer worth living! Well, okay, that’s a bit of a hyperbole, but still. (Woohoo, I used a literary term! Take that, Mrs. Bice and Mrs. Griffo, I haven’t forgotten everything from a homework-less summer!)
Two more days until move-in and the beginning of my New Life. I can’t wait.
And just in case you were wondering, I just got distracted for about a minute looking at that picture of Milo. He really is quite gorgeous.
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On Saturday, Mom and I went to have lunch with Martha, my older and quite cool cousin, at the Bottletree Cafe, a trendy (though overpriced and annoyingly vegan) hole-in-the-wall in a shadier part of Birmingham. As usual, she had plenty of stories, but she had an incredible one from her first day as an eighth-grade math teacher that I am going to share….
During one of her classes, a girl raised her hand and said, “Hey, Mrs. Teacher, how many minutes are in a block?”
Martha answered, “There are 96 minutes to a block.”
The girl sat there for a few seconds and then said, “Wow! That’s like, almost an hour!”
I’m sure you can imagine the look on Martha’s face. Description is kind of unnecessary. Martha looked at her for a second, and then said, “Sweetie, how many minutes are in an hour?”
“Sixty,” the girl replied. Again, she sat there for a second and then said, “Wow! That’s more than an hour!”
No duh, says the fourth grader in me. Gah…. But it gets better: Trying to turn the mishap into a lesson, Martha asked, “Well, let’s see. How many more minutes is a block than an hour? What is ninety-six minus sixty?”
For the third time, the girl sat there, thinking. Then she said, “Hang on a second, let me get out a piece of paper.” And while she was working out the problem on said piece of paper, the rest of the class starting shouting out answers: “Forty-five!” “Twenty-six!” “Thirty-three.”
As Martha would say, “What in the name?” I love the American education system….