Is it just me, or are CDs stickier than everything else?

Lately I've been thoroughly enjoying albums that aren't necessarily mine, but have since found their way into my CD case.
Jars of Clay, Who We Are Instead
This is great, I fall asleep to it every night! My mom won it at an auction at rocket town, and I've had it ever since! Jealous Kind, Sing, Only Alive, Show You Love are some of the best.
Caedman's Call, Share the Well
This one is pretty unique. It is like a journal of the band's missionary journeys to India and Ecuador. I really like Mother India the best. Maybe. On the very end, there is a 'hidden track' of a group of singing, shouting Indian men. It's probably one of the funniest things I've ever heard in my life!
Six Pence None the Richer, Six Pence None the Richer
I liked their style, when I heard them on the radio, and decided that if given the chance to hear an entire album, I would really like it. So I borrowed it from Sir Knight and loved it. Of course, I hadn't heard it since about Christmas and then guess what shows up for my family!? That's right! Their self titled CD, so I have listened to it almost constantly since it got here! They are great, like musical poetry, revealing the reactions of an artistic soul to its Creator, among other themes.

So anyway, maybe I just have sticky fingers when it comes to music that isn't mine! And as futher proof, I have my mom's Joshua Tree, U2: Best of 1980-1990, Neil Diamond, and White Heart! Oh dear!

Ahhh, March, it smells of....art!?!

My garden started growing about mid- Feburary and know I have them, daffodils. Their sunny faces greet me every morning whenI wake-up, reminding me that God is the most creative Artist of all! ( The fact that they are in my room says that there are no longer any more outside, save two small ones)
Today I took my sketching that won first place at International Student Covention last year
to hang at the Hendersonville arts council in the student art show.Hopefully, I'll win, which would be kinda nice! I'll add to this later, I have to go!

Contrary to popular belief, I am still alive!

But I am trying to graduate, so I might as well be dead! Just please bear with me as I try to breathe!

The Stage of Blinding Lights

Funny how U2 can influence the title of a post, right?


I was thinking about the allure of the stage. Tommorrow night, my high school play 'debuts'(if you will) it's first ever production,"Just Desserts and Make Believe." I am out of the class, but the teacher wanted me to be in it, so I conceded. She asked me the very same day I asked her for help. I needed help with audition pieces, you know short scripts and one minute songs. That weekend I was going to audition for the part of Belle in The Beauty and the Beast at a theatre in Franklin. However, I became ill so I could not sing, I couldn't even talk! So I agreed to take part in the school play. But why? Why is it that acting like somene you aren't is so appealing? I asked some friends this same question and most said the costumes. That doesn't apply to me though because( you can ask Foolish Knight, Princess of Mirkwood, Penny Lane Blair, etc) I always dress that way. For example, my principal asked me today if what I had on was my costume. I laughed and then he realized it wasn't and said, "I should have known!"
Maybe I will never know my reason for wanting to be in a play or musical, but if you know why, do tell! If you to have felt the call of the stage, and know what it is that beckons so, speak up and be heard. I do know, that after hours of rehearsals, it isn't the blinding lights!

Humor, 1909 style...

Since you demand, you must suffer with a hurried choice of information, however, thank you to the understanding of my predicament.
A stranger in Boston was interested to discover, when dining with friends once, that the dessert he would have classed as cream layer cake at home was known as "Washington Pie" in Boston. And the next time he lunched at a restaurant, he ordered the same thing; but the waiter put before him a rather heavy looking square of cake covered with chocolate, instead of the cream cake the guest had made up his mind to enjoy. A puzzled expression came over his face as he said reprovingly," I ordered Washington pie, waiter."
"That is Washington pie , sir."
"Well," expostulated the disappointed man,"I did not mean Booker T.--I want George!"

Yes, I know, weird. It is from,'Among the Humorists and After Dinner Speakers: A New Collection of Humorous Stories 'and Anecdotes By William Patten, 1909