Random

Random updates:

I was going to make a website for photography. I would really, really like to do some paid photography. However, I'm not sure anyone's in the market for that right now. And I'd want friends to practice on and to get photos up to show what I can do, so it's not all my stuff. And that isn't going to happen, I don't think. But yeah, I wanted to make a website to do some freelance stuff, but I'm not sure I can pull it off. The freelance, not the website.

I was going to make myself just a normal website again. Also doubting I'll do it, but for the reason that I really have nothing worthwhile to make.

I saw three movies recently: the new Indy movie, the new Narnia movie, and Iron Man.

Indy... sucked. Only thing that saved it was, well, Indy. But the movie itself just was not that good.
The first part of the movie, I admit, creeped me out.

***SPOILER ALERT***





I didn't like seeing the atomic bomb go off. I could deal with the mushroom cloud,
but I couldn't deal with the watching of people disintigrating before my eyes. It was much too realistic in my own mind. It still gives me the heebie geebies.




*** END SPOILER ALERT ***


Narnia was nowhere near as bad as people kept telling me it was. I happen to enjoy talking animals, however, and I enjoy Narnian adventures. Reepicheep was kickass as well.

Iron. Man. Rocked. It was very well done. I highly recommend.


It's storming here. I came inside because the lightning got a bit too intense to stay out of doors.

I am crocheting my purse. No one else likes the colors, but I do. So thbbt. I'm doing single stitches across the whole thing, which is very time consuming. It also isn't the pattern. But I hated the half double whatchamacallit, so I decided I'd do a single stitch. (No, you don't need to tell me what it's called. I'm just too lazy to think hard enough to think about it.) It *looks* pretty darn nice, I think. Right now it only looks like a short but wide scarf, or a very very small blanket. Ie, it's a rectangle right now. But the stitching looks cool. Unfortunately I'm a very tight crocheter. Meaning, someone else needs to start out the loose chain to begin the project, because if I do it, it's impossible to work with.

I want to make a blanket out of this material. It's soooooo sooooooooft. Maybe by time I start this I can start it myself.

I need to clean my room. Again. I got it clean enough to get permission to buy rats, then immediately after that permission, it was a complete hazardous site again. I'm just that good. However, if I want the rocking chair in here, I need to clean it. Again.

I can't come up with a name for my story. Character wise. Everyone likes the one name I am having issues with. We shall see what happens. And when Nick and Beth made me give them a summary of my idea in 50 words or less... it sounded rather... stupid. And cliche. And redundant. And I'm thinking that maybe I didn't have such an interesting story. Not that you can say much in 50 words or less, describing a whole story you haven't written. But when I tried, it was miserable, what I read.

I've been staying up till 1 or 2 in the morning all week. Watching the email. Afraid to leave the computer. I want those rats, dammit. This had all better not be for nothing.

I introduced Leigh to the world of dancing hamsters yesterday. I think I scared him.

My gerbils are on a diet. As is the cat, and my parents. I should be too, but I'm not that interested.

And... that about covers it.

To Appease Steph

List seven songs you are into right now. No matter what the genre, whether they have words, or even if they’re not any good, but they must be songs you’re really enjoying now, shaping your spring summer. Post these instructions in your blog along with your seven songs. Then tag seven other people to see what they’re listening to.


1. Wolves of the Sea - Pirates of the Sea
Pirates, people. A song about pirates. Sung by pirates. Helloooo. That and I love that it's frustrating Nick because he likes it now... :-p

2. Renegade - Styx
I just love this song. It makes me happy. I'm including Bohemian Rhapsody in this subheading too.

3. Citizen Soldier - 3 Doors Down
Always tears at my heartstrings. Le sigh.

4. Unwritten - Natasha Bedingfield
Lifts up my spirits.

5. He's A Pirate - Pete n' Red's Jolly Roger Radio Edit - Pirates of the Caribbean
Pirate. Hellooo. I'm including He's A Pirate (normal) and Two Hornpipes (Tortuga) in this subheader as well.

6. Siúil A Riún - Anúna
Beautiful Gaelic/English song. Including Fionnghuala, Dúlamán, and Gaudete in this subheader.

7. One-Winged Angel (orchestral version) - Final Fantasy VII
Helps me vent out my frustrations. Also including Across the Stars (SW Ep 2) and Duel of the Fates (SW Ep 1) in this.


I tag: Nick M., Beth M., Cristina, Leigh (Even tho Steph tagged him first), Theresa if she still reads this... and... anyone else who reads my blog. *shifty eyes* So... no one else. Except Steph, who did this to me to begin with.

No, I didn't follow the rules exactly. They're more like guidelines, anyways. And I did pick seven. Just added a few that were similar in nature that could be substituted for the bolded songs...

On Puppies and Kittens, and Of Mice And Men

Perhaps a strange title, but hopefully I shall clarify by the end of the post.

Long time no real chat. I'm sorry.

I'm about to start crocheting (rather, attempting to crochet) two army surplus bags - one in all fall colors, and one in denim colors. It's a multicolored thread for both bags, and it should be pretty. I showed the yarn to Steph - she liked the denim one (it's fuzzy and blue/purple/maroon/white mix) as I figured she would. My favorite is the fall colored one - very rich orange, green, red, and brown mix. But it'd be a fall-only bag. We shall see how long it takes before I get too frustrated to care. [Edit: pictures of the colors / yarns are below... as is a picture of the purse]







I want to continue writing my story. Leigh is pushing for me to at least write SOMETHING. I just think, after second thought, my story has no point, so why should I write it? To me, there needs to be a reason for the story. Some climax, something interesting, something to be resolved. We shall see what happens. All I have is a prologue. Still.

Still on that job hunt thing. Yeah.

I'm returning the gerbils. The girls, not the boys. I'd never return the boys. Not that I could now anyways. I just am not very attached to the girls, and that's not fair to them.

My rats don't like anyone but me, and even I can't *hold* them. They're very playful and cute, but they're incredibly skittish. They absolutely love to play with me. But just a sound can send them running - hence, if I were to hold them, they'd dive off my arm and hurt themselves. And the puppies and kittens I think they're carrying. I think they're both pregnant (and the pups are called either puppies or kittens, usually). I can't handle pregnant ratties. One, the rats aren't social enough with me to be comfortable in getting the babies out. Two, I don't have the time, money, energy, or space needed for one litter, let alone two. Three, that's a lot of stress for me and the momma ratties. To top this off, I'm not sure if they'll get more social. I don't want to have them past their warranty.

My plan A for everything has sucked. Plan A and I just don't get along. Of Mice and Men. Urgh. Everything I've done this summer, I've ended up on like Plan XYM 542347. No joke; nothing is going right. Pfft.

Of kittens and puppies, and of mice and men... and until next time.

Currently out of snappy titles

Hello there, crazy ladies and germs.

Long time, no chat. And I'm betting less people read this because of that. Oh well.

I'm sure people would love pictures, and when I get around to not doing other stuff and uploading them to the computer, that will become a reality. Does that make people happy?

My cute, fat, rolly-polly boys (read: gerbils) are doing well. They're fat and sweet as ever. They're the cardboard-chewing, sunflower seed-eating, furry machines. I love them so much.

We have three new additions to the family, at the time of this post. We have two female gerbils now (no, I won't be breeding them) and one baby rat. The girls are smaller than the boys, and the rat is smaller than the girls. The girls may be going back... they have 12 more days to make me change my mind. We shall see if they stick around. The rat... is the size of a mouse. She's not even completely weaned yet, so I'm having to give her puppy milk and oatmeal several times a day to try to get her to eat and be full, as well as trying to convince her that those seeds really ARE good for her. I'm looking for a buddy for her, unfortunately, at this point in time I'm not even completely sure she's a her. But I think it is.

I'm also job searching right now. That... is a... fun... task. I hope I'll get a job I like. Unforunately I'm still not out of school mode, which I would rather be in. Mostly I'd like to be able to live at home. Cuts out SO many costs, and then I can save up and have a nice cushion of money before I reapply to grad school.

I went to the gym today. I realized one reason I've been so cabin feverish is because I'm used to walking everywhere, every day, for class, food, freedom, exercise, to clear my head, everything. At all times of day.

Now I can only go walking during the daytime or early dusk, I don't walk to class, I stay inside, etc. So I went and rowed on the rowing machine for about 40 minutes, then did some weights. I should have rowed longer. It was relaxing. Even if I didn't burn off as many calories as I'd have liked. I need to lose weight. And I don't want to eat the tasteless and nasty diet food. Which leaves: rowing. I don't like the other machines. :P

And for now, that is all.

I hope you enjoyed your visit and come back soon. :p

Tornados and other such niceties

I figured I should post, as I haven't in a while. I wear my contacts every other day it seems, which isn't good. I need to wear them more. But when I take them out, I can't see at all. Now, before you make a sarcastic comment, I have put my glasses back on. And therein lies the problem. If I didn't have them on I wouldn't get so disoriented as to almost become sick. With contacts, I can see everywhere and adjust to them without incident. Take them off... and everything blurs, my head reels, and I look very drunk if I attempt this thing called walking. Bah.

I need to trim my nails.

Lately, as in the last two days, we've had nasty storms and many funnel clouds. Lots of damage in the area. Last night the sirens were going off nonstop. Luckily for me, this storm area is moving north. Unluckily for my Chicago friends, that's where it's headed. Enjoy, kiddos!

I have written all my thank you cards. I hate handwriting things. It's so slow. And my hands hurt afterwards. And thank you cards in general annoy me. I can't help but come up with a dry and boring sentiment of thanks. I hope no one minds too much. I tried, people, I really did my best at writing them.

I really want to go to NY. I'm not sure how that's going to play out.

I need a job. Ditto the line before the one about a job.

I am hopefully going to Kentucky on Sunday to get some rats that have war wounds. At three weeks old, their mom attacked them in an attempt to wean them early. Friends have said that she only had severe postpartum depression. I found this insanely amusing and hilarious. If I got them, which I'm planning to, they'll be missing digits of toes and on some, half their tails. This, however, would not make them any less friendly and sweet and loving, all of which is my biggest concern in finding rats. They're not feeders, so they're bred for personality.

Saturday we will be in Paoli, IN for a wedding. Supposedly there will be a 'family tradition' taking place between the wedding and the reception. I will have a camera. I promise you. I will take pictures so that you will believe me. The tradition: Tossing the bride into a wheelbarrow, and running around the town square with her in the wheelbarrow while rice is thrown at her. I make no joke. I shall take pictures if this occurs. It is destined to be a crowd pleaser. And a sad statement on the traditions of redneck communities. :P (I hope she never reads this blog.)

I have a new cd. It's decent so far. However, it is a Eurovision song that is currently capturing my attention. Still. Yes... it is Wolves of the Sea by Pirates of the Sea.

( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_dNB4g0AcH8 )



[random comment: If you have ever played DDR (or at least the version I've played, whatever it is) don't the girls in the background on the top stage look like the dorky computerized people that do some funky dances while the music plays?]

Another pirate portrayal / live action video:

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6CVHP6nH2bY]






Also, Kung Fu Panda looks funny. So bad it might actually be good.

"I see!" said the blind man....

I figured I should update. Since I haven't in a while.

Had a party last weekend. It was a blast; thanks to those who came. It was wonderful to see great friends of mine again.

I'm searching for a job. This, my friends, sucks.

I am cleaning my room. Both of them. They must be clean. And it must be fast. I must have clean rooms and I must have them now. They must be unpacked and organized. This is blackmail.

Blackmail, you ask? Yes, blackmail. I can't have rats until both rooms are perfectly clean. Evil, legitimate blackmail.

I have new eyes. Well. Not really. But I do have contacts now. I got them on Thursday and I've been getting used to them. I think I shall get more used to them than I ever was after a year of wearing hard contacts a few years ago. (A few meaning about 8-9 years ago...) They're soft contacts. Newer technology has made them much more bearable than they used to be. Unfortunately, atm, my right one is causing my problems. I doubt it'll take them long to fix, though.

The boys are doing well. So are the cats and the dog. And the hermit crabs. And the fish. And my parents. We're all dandy.

Till next time....

Love & Honor

Fight Song

Love and honor to Miami,
Our college old and grand,
Proudly we shall ever hail thee,
Over all the land.

Alma mater now we praise thee,
Sing joyfully this lay,
Love and honor to Miami,
Forever and a day.

Long time no chat. I come to you an alumna of Miami University.

I currently have mixed feelings. Actually, not really. I don't want to be a graduate. I don't want to be an adult. I don't want to look for a job, or GET a job. I don't want to think about the fact I'm not returning to Oxford in the fall. I don't like not knowing what's next. I don't like the realization that I'm 22 years old. I don't like that I'm not going to grad school. I really hate being a graduate. So yeah, don't repeatedly ask me "how's it feel!?" to be a graduate. It sucks. And more or less, I'm sick of that question. Though most of you already know that. And know my feelings on the subject.

Most people I graduated with went "HELL YEAH MIAMI, I AM SO OUT OF HERE!". I was not one of them. And although I wasn't in the majority, I was not alone. Which reassures me. A very little bit.

The commencement cermonies were embarassing. My classmates were stupid. They walked out before bloody Commissioning for goodness sake! You had programs, you idiots! Our keynote speaker, Robin Roberts (Good Morning America and used to be on ESPN sports) was absolutely amazing. It was the only time all day you could hear a pin drop during a speech. Or in general, really. I didn't want her to stop talking. I loved her. Then we went through the yadda yadda of "I now pronounce you a graduate of Miami" or whatever. Though I'm sure it was stated differently. Then for some strange reason they made all x-thousand of us get up and walk across the stage for no reason. At which point 3/4 of the crowd and students left. BEFORE COMMISSIONING! IN THE MIDDLE OF YOUR GRADUATION! Rawr. Very rawr. (I also got sunburned during this. I am now peeling dead skin off my face. In case you were curious. ;))

Second ceremony, we had a great lecturer that was a physics student, followed by one of the worst lecturers I'd ever heard. I didn't pay attention (no one did) but when he said "And In Conclusion" (the words of death for a speech btw) half the crowd stood and applauded. HE WASN'T EVEN DONE SPEAKING. Yes, he sucked. No, I didn't listen. But he didn't deserve that. That was plain rude. Jerks.

They need to send out etiquitte guides to people before they graduate. Seriously. These people need help.

My lovely grandparents came up for the ceremonies and all, and we had dinner at Martin. Catered. And after it all, I had to finish moving out.

I had two moments where reality hit me:

1. Commissioning. I realized I was graduating. My friends were now 2d and 2nd Lieutenants in the USAF and USMC (respectively) and Ensigns in the USN. I was now a graduate of Miami University.

2. That echo-y click of the lock on my dorm door. When everything was empty. And the walls were bare. And the floors were bare. And it echoed through the hall. Which was silent. Dead silent. Not a soul there at 11pm at night two days after moveout. And it hit home that I wasn't returning in three months to my home. It really hit home that I wasn't coming back. No more walks at 3 am with Jordan (or Steph, if she had been able to stasy) to the Formal Gardens, no more 15 minute walks to class in the rain, no more random hanging out with my suitemates, no more drop-dead-gorgeous springs or falls, no more Miami. Worst of all, no more Flower. I sobbed for about 15 minutes as I sat against my locked room before heading out to my car where Mom was waiting, and crying another half hour or so. Major major breakdown. And I'm still depressed as hell. And even as I think about it I'm crying. I love Miami. I never thought I'd say that, but it's true. I love Miami. For all its faults and issues, I loved it. I think I always will. I'm still incredibly depressed. For as busy as I've been, I'm very very depressed right now. Which goes back to the question of "How's it feel to graduate?!?" It sucks.


On a better note, I'm returning tomorrow to pick up my cake and a banner that'll be at my party Saturday.

So I've mowed twice since I've gotten home (Monday and Today) and I'm soo sore. Been trying to move back into a house where I don't need half the stuff I had in the dorm, and the rest won't fit into my rooms. >.< Also been cleaning house for the party, cooking for the party (I just spent four hours making little mints for the party. And I am SO very sore.), and stuff of the same general nature.

I am also being blackmailed. No rat allowed until both rooms are clean. -_- *grumble grumble* I want a rat! I miss having ratties to sit on my shoulder. And chew on my clothes. And give me little scratches. I miss em.

I'm also looking at jobs. Which also sucks. Not quite sure how that will turn out, but we shall see.

OH! And there were baby ducks outside today. Four little fuzzies and one mama. I stopped mowing to watch them. Then I realized that I couldn't watch for long because the rain was about to hit, so I needed to finish the lawn. I ended just as it began to rain. Nice timing, eh?

Other news:

Mike: Congrats on graduating! Boo on you not even sticking around enough to say bye. But I hope you had a safe trip home.

Steph: MISS YOU!

Leigh: Sorry I've not been able to chat when you've been online. :-\

Beth and Nick: YAY FOR YOU COMING TO VISIT SATURDAY!

CRISTINA: YOU ARE NOW A 2ND LT! CONGRATS! A newly minted nurse and a newly pinned 2nd LT! YAYYY! You're my hero! I miss you! *hug*

And I shall post graduation pictures. Soon. Once I get around to DLing them. ;)

Alma Mater

Old Miami from thy hillcrest,
Thou hast watched the decades roll,
While thy sons have quested from thee,
Sturdy hearted, pure of soul.

Aging in thy simple splendor,
Thou the calm and they the storm;
Thou didst give them joy in conquest,
Strength from thee sustained their arm.

Now of late thyself envigored,
Larger usefulness awaits;
Hosts assemble for thy blessing,
Youth and maiden throng thy gate.

Thou shalt stand a constant beacon,
Crimson tow'rs against the sky;
Men shall ever seek thy guiding,
Pow'r like thine shall never die.

Chorus (between each verse and at end)
Old Miami! New Miami!
Days of old and days to be;
Weave the story of thy glory,
Our Miami, here's to thee!

Our Miami, alma mater,
Ages old yet ever new;
Sons and daughters from your hillcrest,
Roam the world, yet ne'er leave you.

You've embraced the generations,
Men and women, young and old,
Of all races, from all nations,
And your glory will be told.

Though the years may bring their changes,
Your bright lamp will ever burn,
Giving wisdom, truth, and knowledge
To each one who comes to learn.

Our Miami, you were founded
In our nation's early days;
Now we join with generations
In this song of love and praise.

The beginning of the end:

Today was the last day of classes for me. Monday I have three finals, Tuesday I have one, then I have an essay to write and an online exam. But today I had my last classroom class for a while, if not forever. Very bittersweet.

Now, to study till the end of time.

After two youtube movies that is.


An addictive tv commercial:





A hilarious mockumentary. Though I'm sure I'm the only one who will think so. It's John Adams and Thomas Jefferson experiencing the drive through. We watched it at the beginning of my history class today. :P

A rather fitting song...

One more day of undergraduate classes tomorrow. Perhaps I will go to school again, but never again as an undergrad. Rather depressing. I'm gonna miss this.


One Day More
Les Miserables


VALJEAN
One day more!
Another day, another destiny.
This never-ending road to Calvary;
These men who seem to know my crime
Will surely come a second time.
One day more!

MARIUS
I did not live until today.
How can I live when we are parted?

VALJEAN
One day more.

MARIUS & COSETTE
Tomorrow you'll be worlds away
And yet with you, my world has started!

EPONINE
One more day all on my own.

MARIUS & COSETTE
Will we ever meet again?

EPONINE
One more day with him not caring.

MARIUS & COSETTE
I was born to be with you.

EPONINE
What a life I might have known.

MARIUS & COSETTE
And I swear I will be true!

EPONINE
But he never saw me there!

ENJOLRAS
One more day before the storm!

MARIUS
Do I follow where she goes?

ENJOLRAS
At the barricades of freedom.

MARIUS
Shall I join my brothers there?

ENJOLRAS
When our ranks begin to form

MARIUS
Do I stay; and do I dare?

ENJOLRAS
Will you take your place with me?

ALL
The time is now, the day is here

VALJEAN
One day more!

JAVERT
One more day to revolution,
We will nip it in the bud!
We'll be ready for these schoolboys,
They will wet themselves with blood!

VALJEAN
One day more!

M. & MME. THENARDIER
Watch 'em run amuck,
Catch 'em as they fall,
Never know your luck
When there's a free for all,
Here a little `dip'
There a little `touch'
Most of them are goners
So they won't miss much!

Students (2 Groups)
1: One day to a new beginning

2: Raise the flag of freedom high!

1: Every man will be a king

2: Every man will be a king

1: There's a new world for the winning

2: There's a new world to be won

ALL
Do you hear the people sing?

MARIUS
My place is here, I fight with you!

VALJEAN
One day more!

MARIUS & COSETTE
I did not live until today.

EPONINE
One more day all on my own!

MARIUS & COSETTE
How can I live when we are parted?

JAVERT(overlapping)
I will join these people's heros
I will follow where they go
I will learn their little Secrets,
I will know the things they know.

VALJEAN
One day more!

MARIUS & COSETTE
Tomorrow you'll be worlds away

EPONINE
What a life I might have known!

MARIUS & COSETTE
And yet with you my world has started

JAVERT(overlapping)
One more day to revolution
We will nip it in the bud
We'll be ready for these

Schoolboys

THENARDIERS(overlapping)
Watch 'em run amok
Catch 'em as they fall
Never know your luck
When there's a free-for-all!

VALJEAN
Tomorrow we'll be far away,
Tomorrow is the judgement day

ALL
Tomorrow we'll discover
What our God in Heaven has in store!
One more dawn
One more day
One day more!

More lyrics & misc stuff

• Got a full ride to Uni. of Maine. Not taking it. Therefore, 99% chance I need to find a job.
• Looking for jobs at Wright Patterson AFB. This includes possible intel or history jobs.
• My thumb still has gills on it. ^_^
• Most likely having four out of five finals on Monday. Go me.
• Music is my life, my soul, my everything. It makes me so happy. I hope I never go deaf; I love music too much.
• Took down my pirate exhibit. 8.5 hours (510 minutes) to put it up. 20 min or so to take it down.
• I'm graduating. Not that this is any big suprise.
  
• I am so happy Leigh and Steph are my friends. Even if they do live an ungodly distance away in different countries that would make me pay lots of money to call them. :-P
• The above statement is a testament to how much I love the internet. And being able to call a computer and chat in realtime without phone fees.
• I love my gerbils.
• Nick and Beth want to give me their baby rats. :-p
• I really really want to find a breeder of dumbo rats. No offense to the feeders, but I promised myself to get a dumbo rat. Preferably with a rex coat and black fur. ^_^
• I don't want to leave Miami.
• I don't want to graduate.
• I don't want to have to find a job.
• I DO hope that if I get a job, it's at Wright Patt, and either in Intel or History.
• Move-out is depressing.
• I hope my suitemates and I will get together over summer to hang out.
• I hope lots of people come to my party.
• I'm not expecting people to come to my party.
• I HOPE lots of people will come anyways and pleasantly suprise me.
• I am ready for an amazing volleyball game in the backyard.
• I either don't want the week to end, or for finals to be over already. But where I am right now is kinda ugly.
• Earthquakes are cool, if you're not too close.
• I have my class ring. It's pretty. I'll post pictures when I take them.
• My Poly Sci prof is having me help her with her website and html stuff.
• I therefore feel useful. I can help my teacher with her website! Yay!
• I need to study.
• End of rambling.

I lied. One more ramble.

• My daddy loves me. ^_^ So's my mama. I got a full package of Adobe Photoshop CS3 Extended edition. And it comes with lotsa other stuff. Including Adobe Pro, Dreamweaver, Flash, etc. Stuff I already own, but stuff that isn't 5 years old. ^_^ Mah daddy loooooves me. hehe. I can't play with it till after finals though.
  

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Josh Groban
So She Dances

A waltz when she walks in the room
She pulls back the hair from her face
She turns to the window to sway in the moonlight
Even her shadow has grace
A waltz for the girl out of reach
She lifts her hands up to the sky
She moves with the music
The song is her lover
The melody's making her cry
So she dances
In and out of the crowd like a glance
This romance is
From afar calling me silently

A waltz for the chance I should take
But how will I know where to start?
She's spinning between constellations and dreams
Her rhythm is my beating heart

So she dances
In and out of the crowd like a glance
This romance is
From afar calling me silently

I can't keep on watching forever
I give up this view just to tell her

When I close my eyes I can see
The spotlights are bright on you and me
We've got the floor
And you're in my arms
How could I ask for more?

So she dances
In and out of the crowd like a glance
This romance is
From afar calling me silently

I can't keep on watching forever
And I'm givin' up this view just to tell her


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Josh Groban
In Her Eyes


She stares through my shadow
She sees something more
Believes there's a light in me
She is sure
And her truth makes me stronger
Does she realize
I awake every morning
With her strength by my side

I am not a hero
I am not an angel
I am just a man
Man who's trying to love her
Unlike any other
In her eyes I am

This world keeps on spinning
Only she stills my heart
She's my inspiration
She's my northern star
I don't count my possession
All I call mine
I will give her completely
To the end of all time

I am not a hero
I am not an angel
I am just a man
Man who's trying to love her
Unlike any other
In her eyes I am

In her eyes I see the sky and all I'll ever need
In her eyes time passes by and she is with me

I am not a hero
I am not an angel
I am just a man
Man who's trying to love her
Unlike any other
In her eyes I am
In her eyes I am