I feel icky.

I'm getting closer to someone who means a lot to me and I'm really happy about that. I'm getting farther and farther away from others who also mean alot to me. Maybe that's a good thing in some cases... I just wish it wouldn't happen.

Rufus Wainwright is amazing. He like... he takes my soul in his hands and flies with it to the highest heights and I float there feeling amazing and so relaxed and a little breathless. Kind of like I felt on Pike's Peak minus the nausea. I love Rufus Wainwright. Right now I'm listening to The Consort... a beautiful song. Ooh and now Rebel Prince. I love him. If you haven't heard him download him now.

Today was good. Well... goodish. I got the Breath of Heaven solo in chorus. It's cool I got a solo but I'm nervous and I hate that solo. Oh well. Other people were sad and other people were stupid and my back and legs hurt like woah. Then I went to work and an old guy with gross teeth hit on me and I almost fell down the stairs. Yea I'm talented.



There I was in uniform
Looking at the art teacher
I was just a girl then
But never have i loved since then
He was not that much older than I was
He had taken our class to the Metropolitan Museum
He asked us what our favorite work of art was and
Never could I tell him it was him
Never could I tell him, Oh I wish I could have told him
I looked at the Rubers and Rembrandts
I liked the John Singer Sargents
He told me he liked Turner
Never have I turned since then
No never have i turned to any other man

All this having been said
I married an executive company head
All this having been done
A Turner, I own one
Here I am in this uniformish pantsuit sortofthing
Thinking of the art teacher
I was just a girl then but never have I loved since then
No never have I loved any other man

-The Art Teacher, Rufus



crucify this unholy notion of the mythic power of love