Low Millions

Power does not corrupt. Fear corrupts... perhaps the fear of a loss of
power. -John Steinbeck, novelist, Nobel laureate (1902-1968)

Don't wait for the Last Judgement. It takes place every day. -Albert Camus,
writer and philosopher (1913-1960)

We are not the same persons this year as last; nor are those we love. It is
a happy chance if we, changing, continue to love a changed person. -William
Somerset Maugham, writer (1874-1965)

Dictionary: Spell binder. -Joseph F. Morris

Literature is the language of society, as speech is the language of man.
-Louis de Bonald, philosopher and politician (1754-1840)


So things have been going pretty well lately. No school, so I can't complain. To Kill A Mockingbird is taking over my life. I'll get it done, hopefully with a little extra time left over. I guess staying up until 3 and waking up at noon kinda affects my progress, too. About 100 pages left. As far as the papers go, I'm good at improvising. Don't know where that skill came from, but it does come in handy. Club practice on the first of the year. Everyone was complaining, but I can't honestly think of a better way to start the year. All I know is, I have a lot of work to do, and I think Ric will push us all. At least I hope.
Don't you just hate it when you feel like you've done something wrong, but you don't really know what it is? Something that may make someone close to you leave. I really don't feel that I've changed any, in my outlook on life, anyway, and I just hope that I didn't say something stupid that I now regret. Or if it's just the fact that they don't want to have anything to do with me, well, I wish they would tell me. That would be better than wondering. Something just isn't quite right, and I sure hope it isn't anything that I've done. If so, I wish I could know what it was. I guess I just overthink things. At least I hope so.
Might go to Barnes & Noble with Wendy tomorrow. That should be interesting. I love that store. Will pick up an application and fill it out once I get my schedule figured out.
And one thing that is making my days better is knowing that I'm going to be able to use my Frank Lloyd Wright planner. He really is my hero.
Enough for now. I'll either go read or sleep. More later.


There's a sign on my door
Says I'm not here anymore, cause I've been missing for so long
I can't remember where I've gone

I wish to hell that I could cry, I'd feel better
Count me in, I'm one of the Low Millions
Like her, like him, just one of the Low Millions

I'm disconnected to myself
There isn't anybody else
That I can point to that I know
Who isn't being torn by the undertow

I wish to hell that I could cry, I'd feel better
Count me in, I'm one of the Low Millions
Like her, like him, just one of the Low Millions

I'm an alien in my own skin
I'm fishing where the ice is thin
I'm holding it all up with safety pins
I'm sitting on nitroglycerin

I wish to hell that I could cry, I'd feel better
Count me in, I'm one of the Low Millions
Like her, like him, just one of the Low Millions