blogworthy: CHRIS COLLINS

Well, I don't really have to say that he is blogworthy... He made himself blogworthy by leaving the comments he did. I really appreciate the things he said to me. I did not sit there and say, "No sir" as he predicted (that's actually kinda funny, 'cause I do say no sir and no ma'am when disagreeing with my friends). But his word of advice did not fall on deaf ears. The only thing is I have heard it a lot, so it's hard to really believe what he said. But, it does make me smile a little when I read it... Thank you, Chris. You have really shown yourself to be a brother.

Anyway, it's 11:09 on a Monday... that means that I should be either slaving away at something for one of my 4 classes tomorrow or in bed preparing to see Brent Igo at 8. Ugh. But, There are no sheets on my bed. LOL. I haven't had the time to make my bed since spring break ended, so I have one comforter over the mattress and I sleep with one over me. It shows how sad my home life is... home being my Clemson home... my dorm. I really don't like living alone anymore. If the words of Citizen Cope's "Theresa" were ever true, I belive them now... "alone is NO WAY to live." Last night, I was listening to this recording of Invictus by William Henley that Jenee sent me... it was kinda frightening... and I was all alone here in the room. It was a good kind of frightening though... I felt as if my founding fathers were here in the room with me.

Anyway, last night, on the way back from Greenville, I was listening to "The Luckiest" by Ben Folds. I started rewriting it as I sang it. It was sad... but the hope in my new rewritten version made me smile through the tears. Don't feel bad... that is the song I ALWAYS cry to when I listen to it. But last night, I cried for more than just that reason that I always cry for. Anyway, here goes again. I really hope Ben Folds doesn't mind. Ben is a god (even though Katie Reaves doesn't think so) and his music is amazing... Lucky him... because if he experiences the love that he sings about in this song, he truly is the luckiest. Here is my revision...

I don't get many things right the first time.
In fact, I am told that a lot.
But I know all the wrong turns and stumbles and falls will take me there.
And here I am before the day
that I see your lovely face
Soon I'll see it every day.
And I'll know
that I am, I am,
I am the luckiest.

Maybe if I've been born fifty years before you
in a house on a street where you'll live?
Maybe I'll be outside as you pass on your bike,
would I know?
And in a wide sea of eyes,
I'll see one pair that I recognize.
And I'll know
that I am, I am,
I am the luckiest.

I'll love you more than I will
ever find a way to say to you.

Next door there's an old man who lived to his nineties
and one day passed away in his sleep.
And his wife, she stayed for a couple of days
and passed away.
I'm sorry, I know that's a
strange way to tell you that I know we'll belong,
that I'll know that I am, I am
I am the luckiest.

It's not extremely different from the original... mainly just a few tense changes and stuff... But, as I listen to the song and sing my words, I'm not so saddened. There is hope in my revision. As I wrote, one of my lines stood out to me.

I'll love you more than I will
ever find a way to say to you.

It is hard to imagine a love so strong that not even this beautiful song could portray it to someone. I can barely IMAGINE it... will it really ever come? I know that people do have love like that... my parents, for example. But will I? Like I said, I can't imagine it. The poor woman mentioned in the song... to be so in love with someone, that once they are gone, there is no reason to live anymore... how beautiful.

It saddens me to think that some people go through the motions... in their r-thingies without true love for the person they are dating or simply "doing." It's possible for those people to have something incredibly special. ::sigh:: Why do I always end up writing about how horrible other people act? I can't reprimand them for being douches. Go ahead and be a douche. I'll just sit here in my room rewriting love songs so they are relevant in the future tense.