the giant tortoise

This is the blog of Charisa, Pianist, Poet, Actress. Herein my poetry, tempests, exultations, tears and laughter are recorded upon glorious inspiration.

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She is red, vibrant, Pulsing to be seen, To be held and caressed. She is a petal releasing fragrance - Deep, scarlet scent; Will he notice? Will he be pleased? Oh agony! He breathes the air straight from her lungs. She is wilting - yet wills him deeper still, to uphold her crumbling strength. He is a god! A golden god. Her soul is bruised with his beauty.

Saturday, August 09, 2003

La, I'm so tired today. Yesterday was crazy - I got my hair trimmed, bought a cd (Matt Redman's 'Where Even Angels Fear to Tread' is simply awesome), got home just in time to run off again with my mom and her friend and all their little girls to Walmart for some hours. Then a couple families decided to come over to our house for dinner, which was okay, but I'm not really connected with either family. So my sister and I went to see Freaky Friday in the theatre. It's a really really dumb movie, but there were some really really funny parts in it. I have to say that I don't regret spending eight bucks, but in the same token I can't honestly recommend it to anybody, and I wouldn't go see it again. A movie I would view a second time is Seabiscuit. You should definately go see that one - a few times!
This is getting very boring. Oh, here's a funny quote:

"Remember, Ginger Rogers did everything
Fred Astaire did, but she did it backwards
and in high heels." ~ Faith Whittlesey

Isn't that the greatest? I laughed when I read it. Okay, I'm leaving. Just feeling kind of blah and down today. Sorry nothing interesting.

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