Disney Sing Along Time!

Look at this stuff

Isn't it neat?

Wouldn't you think my collection's complete?

Wouldn't you think I'm the girl

The girl who has everything?

Look at this trove

Treasures untold

How many wonders can one cavern hold?

Looking around here you think

Sure, she's got everything

I've got gadgets and gizmos a-plenty

I've got whozits and whatzits galore

You want thingamabobs?

I've got twenty!

But who cares?

No big deal

I want more

I wanna be where the people are

I wanna see, wanna see them dancin'

Walking around on those - what do you call 'em?

Oh - feet!

Flippin' your fins, you don't get too far

Legs are required for jumping, dancing

Strolling along down a - what's that word again?

Street

Up where they walk, up where they run

Up where they stay all day in the sun

Wanderin' free - wish I could be

Part of that world

What would I give if I could live out of these waters?

What would I pay to spend a day warm on the sand?

Bet'cha on land they understand

That they don't reprimand their daughters

Proper women sick of swimmin'

Ready to stand

And ready to know what the people know

Ask 'em my questions and get some answers

What's a fire and why does it - what's the word?

Burn?

When's it my turn?

Wouldn't I love, love to explore that world up above?

Out of the sea

Wish I could be

Part of that world

A Story from A Sick One

I honestly wrote this down in my math notebook while I was sick in the nurse's office today.

The bright white lights of the infirmary bounced off the white washed walls and white curtains that divided me from my fellow sufferers. The furnishings were white and metallic - the black-rimmed analog clock ticked tediously in the corner above my head. The dark walnut bedside table was a little shorter than the blodd-red cot I laid on, and a vase of artificial pansies wilted suprisingly realistically at the center of it. The bright square lights that filled the room gave me even more of a headache, and seemed to force my eyelids shut over my tired eyeballs. My breathing was slow, calm, but my body was aching. Now was not the time to sleep even though sleep is what I craved. My legs were too cold - my toes shivered - but my arms and back sweated relentlessly. I wonder when my turn to be helped will come. Everyone else seems to be more important, or more hurt rather. All I need is an Advil. I'll be out of your hair in an instant if you would just medically reduce my minor pains. The wood of my cot started to burrow itself inbetween my shoulder blades, making my wait very uncomfortable. I could feel myself slowly sliding down the slick polyester that was supposed to be cushioning me, and my pants buttons squeaked as the rubbed against it. The nurse's telephone rang yet again and awoke me - again - from my semi-consciousness. I mentally crossed my fingers that this call contained news concerning me. Maybe that's Mom calling. Maybe I can go home now. At least let it be my Math teacher yelling at me to get back to class! Alas, as in every other circumstance, the phone was not for me. I tried to close my eyes, but they continued to flutter open. The lights till bore down on me tirelessly, preventing any sleep of any sort from coming. I look over at the dark walnut medicine cabinet with the glass doors that fail to conceal its contents. Cotton balls, ace bandages, antiseptic wipes and a few bottles of ibuprofen.

That's as far as I got.

Sorry for the delays in posting.