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:: Monday, October 14, 2002 ::

Somehow, Being Busy is Fun

I wouldn't of thunk it, but it is. It's nice to have something to do all the time. Keeps me out of trouble, I guess. (Not like I get in much trouble in the first place.)

This evening looks to be interesting and fun--my friend Dawn, whom I graduated with, is coming along with a friend for a dining hall dinner. Not quite ichiban ryoori, the best food, but somewhat decent. And the convo will be great, the people she will be meeting will be crazy and drive her nuts--I mean, she'll feel right at home.

Quick realization--yes, I do spout random Japanese from time to time. However, I'm making an effort to include the English translation right after it, so no one is left behind. And who knows, you may end up learning some Japanese, which will be helpful when... something Japanese comes up. Right.

Yesterday morning I had a dream; in it, among other things, someone sung me a lullaby. I got thinking about it--It's been so long since I've been sung to sleep. I forgot how wonderful it is, all warm and safe. No worries or doubts. I don't remember the song, but it sounded like something Danny Kaye or Bing Crosby would've crooned originally. I was leaning against the person, and could feel their voice resonate in their chest... wonderful.

And all of this is very odd, considering I don't actually hear much in my dreams. Voices usually come to me as words of a sort, as if through telepathy. I never see mouths move. The voices are no better than those I hear in my head as I read books, and are rarely even that good. Yet, somehow, I heard and caught the vibes of this song. I'm so glad.

So to you, you who comforted me in my dreams... arigatou, thanks. I needed that.

:: Kazen @ Always Doing 12:28 PM [+] ::
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