What a Day!

What a day to be alive
What a day to realize I'm not dead
What a day to save a dime
What a day to die trying

Greg Laswell's songs have been attacking my music ... thus I choose this song to describe what I'm feeling today. Or of late. There's so much I've been thinking of because of the way the sun shines and I get summer chills.

What a way to say good bye
What a wonderful life now, all a lie
What a way that you survive
What a day to say good night

Mm. I've been having such a good year this year, it's like a miracle. Who knew I'd survive? Who knew what problems I'd face? 

"Bring on the evening hours," I cry
"Bring on the evidence of my life"
"Bring on the evening hours," I cry
"Bring on the evidence of my life, of my life?

Oh, I never knew what would come when I began this year. I remember how I felt last summer, all lost and trying to build myself up from nothing.

What a day to give a dang
What a day for 'Gone With The Wind'
And what a day to start again
What a day to give up

But, you know, I've been having a good time.
What a day to visit Seattle
What a day for San Francisco
What a day, holy Toledo
What a day to get in the air and go
What a day to give up smoking
What a day to absorb Jim Beam and
What a day to welcome a baby and to begin breathing
To begin breathing

Rud

I've always loved the phrase "ruddy cheeks". Even though technically it makes you think of yucky dirt stuff, it makes me think of certain things, like how Georgie flushes and smiles after we run, or how Seattle blushes, or how I just love red. :P

Being me, I can't really blush physically, although I feel like that plenty mentally. Thus, I really love it when I look in the mirror and I'm colorful. It makes me feel more alive, and that's what I've been getting a lot lately.

Like how I've played soccer for the past two days, and Vanessa {who may or may not be trying to get on my good side, like she isn't already} told me how Fortune {the soccer freak} was saying on Thursday how I was good at soccer. True or no, it made me realize that I have been good at soccer lately. My old love for it is back, and I've gotten the ball a lot more. True, I've also gotten dirt on my jeans, but who says the mud is bad?

Then yesterday I went out for a run for no particular reason, and even though I had to stop and walk for much of it {poor choice of a track; running steep downhills, a straight, but then steep uphills}, it felt amazing and cool. I did dance today, and freakishly tired myself out. 

So I've been feeling great. The only bad thing is that today during dance class I was completely out of it because my head was fuzzing. It had been taken over completely by the feeling of summer, which I am not ready for yet. Once I get the problem of school sorted over with it I'll be okay, but for now I wish it remains distant.

For now, I'll run and run until I've rud.