Thursday, September 30, 2010

With Your Feet In The Air

Okay. I'm going back to NZ tomorrow. Whoo. I miss my dog. Joy, play stuff which everyone knows. If you're playing stuff, are you gonna be singing? (: There was this dude (around 12/13?) who played the trumpet everyday by circular quay. So I suggest playing We Are The Champions (Queen), My Heart Will Go On (Celine Dion) and other memorable classics for the whole family to enjoy. [Yeah, I still play the guitar].

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Cashier: "Have you seen Fight Club?"
[Yeah, I was buying Fight Club on DVD]
Me: "Yeah, I have."
Both of us: "It's really good!"
Cashier: "I thought that Tyler was played really well by Brad Pitt."
Me: "Yeah, and the ending was great."
Cashier: "Have a good night."
Me: "Thanks, bye."

A song that I knew started to play. I realised that it was Radiohead, smiled in my head and walked out.

bags

the most exciting thing about going to uni for me would be the bags. the satchel!!! bags made to hold stuff -books and laptops and everything, instead of looking fashionable (even though i think they're preeeetty cool). i just cant wait!!!
i want bags like this:
Perforated Slouch Bag - Khaki
and i saw this one in a shop just this morning
Alexa Satchel Bag - Tan
and BACK PACKS!!!
Rubble Back Pack - Black

yeah. i should make a wish list.

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

isn't fun great?

brigitte i would love to come visit you in sydney, but i think that's not very possible
you know i think i'm stuck with you forever. my email is brigismylife....

well. i got a busking license today. wanna tell me some good songs to play on geetar? brig do you still do guitar?

this friday i will have officially been rowing for 1 year :D

Bottle Neck Tiny

If you squeeze a bottle and put it up to your chin - it will stay sucked to your chin. I'm only saying this because I currently have a bottle suctioned to my chin. Now I want more bottles, five more. Five bottles stuck to my face. Oh god, my chin is probably...tiny now - bottle neck tiny. That should be a new term for tiny. Bottle neck tiny. Nothing is comparably tinier than a bottle neck. The annoying things. Bottle necks.

"Hey, your fingers are bottle neck tiny."
"Thanks, so is your face."
"You've never been good at comebacks."
"I know, I know."

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Travelisticmicabilitisabilism.

I am kind of screwed if I am getting charged for this internet. Holidays bemuse me, I eat a lot, I walk around a lot and I watch a lot more television than I usually do. Jet lag is annoying, but not annoying enough to annoy me.

Hotel pens are nice.

Okay Joy, I might. But it's kind of pointless if I have to go by car to walk my dog. See the irony? Oh yeah, didn't I tell you? Can you please come over in the next three days or so to visit me?

brigitte.

you're in sydney?

well when you get back to auckland, theres this amazing park (windmill park) but not the main bit, but if you go up this hill on the side it takes you to a little spot of grass surrounded by trees, and through the trees is a steeper rocky bit that you can climb on. it's near brooke's house, i used to walk cody there. ahh it is so amazing.

Monday, September 27, 2010

One Complimentary Day

Okay. I'll probably stop posting after today because I have to pay for internet. And I don't like paying for things. Asdfgah.

Things That I Noticed Whilst In Sydney:

- The cones look really really weird
- A lot of people smoke
- It's not that...different?

midnight bottle

im typing this on normal internet instead of google chrome, lets see if the font works.

oh, if you live in/come to melbourne: never ever take the city circle tram.

what do you call cheese that isn't yours?
NACHO CHEESE

Sunday, September 26, 2010

mockingbird

wow, i think im having trouble not crying watching junior masterchef, its just so great watching them get excited :) even though im totally aware of how cheesy it is.
they had to make something with chicken and vegetables. and i thought "hmm i would make a chicken soup". maybe with POTATOS.

For The Sake Of It

Okay. I'm going soon. I might as well post today.
Maybe.

Joy, keep the place tidy.

Friday, September 24, 2010

-

The Highwayman

Bring back memories Brig?
I really like this poem

PART ONE

I

THE wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding—
Riding—riding—
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.

II

He'd a French cocked-hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin,
A coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin;
They fitted with never a wrinkle: his boots were up to the thigh!
And he rode with a jewelled twinkle,
His pistol butts a-twinkle,
His rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the jewelled sky.

III

Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard,
And he tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred;
He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord's daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.

IV

And dark in the dark old inn-yard a stable-wicket creaked
Where Tim the ostler listened; his face was white and peaked;
His eyes were hollows of madness, his hair like mouldy hay,
But he loved the landlord's daughter,
The landlord's red-lipped daughter,
Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber say—

V

"One kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I'm after a prize to-night,
But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light;
Yet, if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day,
Then look for me by moonlight,
Watch for me by moonlight,
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way."

VI

He rose upright in the stirrups; he scarce could reach her hand,
But she loosened her hair i' the casement! His face burnt like a brand
As the black cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast;
And he kissed its waves in the moonlight,
(Oh, sweet, black waves in the moonlight!)
Then he tugged at his rein in the moonliglt, and galloped away to the West.

PART TWO

I

He did not come in the dawning; he did not come at noon;
And out o' the tawny sunset, before the rise o' the moon,
When the road was a gypsy's ribbon, looping the purple moor,
A red-coat troop came marching—
Marching—marching—
King George's men came matching, up to the old inn-door.

II

They said no word to the landlord, they drank his ale instead,
But they gagged his daughter and bound her to the foot of her narrow bed;
Two of them knelt at her casement, with muskets at their side!
There was death at every window;
And hell at one dark window;
For Bess could see, through her casement, the road that he would ride.

III

They had tied her up to attention, with many a sniggering jest;
They had bound a musket beside her, with the barrel beneath her breast!
"Now, keep good watch!" and they kissed her.
She heard the dead man say—
Look for me by moonlight;
Watch for me by moonlight;
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way!

IV

She twisted her hands behind her; but all the knots held good!
She writhed her hands till her fingers were wet with sweat or blood!
They stretched and strained in the darkness, and the hours crawled by like years,
Till, now, on the stroke of midnight,
Cold, on the stroke of midnight,
The tip of one finger touched it! The trigger at least was hers!

V

The tip of one finger touched it; she strove no more for the rest!
Up, she stood up to attention, with the barrel beneath her breast,
She would not risk their hearing; she would not strive again;
For the road lay bare in the moonlight;
Blank and bare in the moonlight;
And the blood of her veins in the moonlight throbbed to her love's refrain .

VI

Tlot-tlot; tlot-tlot! Had they heard it? The horse-hoofs ringing clear;
Tlot-tlot, tlot-tlot, in the distance? Were they deaf that they did not hear?
Down the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow of the hill,
The highwayman came riding,
Riding, riding!
The red-coats looked to their priming! She stood up, straight and still!

VII

Tlot-tlot, in the frosty silence! Tlot-tlot, in the echoing night!
Nearer he came and nearer! Her face was like a light!
Her eyes grew wide for a moment; she drew one last deep breath,
Then her finger moved in the moonlight,
Her musket shattered the moonlight,
Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him—with her death.

VIII

He turned; he spurred to the West; he did not know who stood
Bowed, with her head o'er the musket, drenched with her own red blood!
Not till the dawn he heard it, his face grew grey to hear
How Bess, the landlord's daughter,
The landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Had watched for her love in the moonlight, and died in the darkness there.

IX

Back, he spurred like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky,
With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high!
Blood-red were his spurs i' the golden noon; wine-red was his velvet coat,
When they shot him down on the highway,
Down like a dog on the highway,
And he lay in his blood on the highway, with the bunch of lace at his throat.

* * * * * *

X

And still of a winter's night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,
When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
A highwayman comes riding—
Riding—riding—
A highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door.

XI

Over the cobbles he clatters and clangs in the dark inn-yard;
He taps with his whip on the shutters, but all is locked and barred;
He whistles a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord's daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Sound Pool

Flip your wings and fly to Daddy,
Flip your wings and fly to Daddy,
Flip your wings and fly to Daddy,
Fly, fly, fly to Daddy,

Take a dive and swim to Daddy,
Take a dive and swim to Daddy,
Take a dive and swim to Daddy,
Swim, swim, swim to Daddy

Hit the floor and crawl to Daddy,
Hit the floor and crawl to Daddy,
Hit the floor and crawl to Daddy,
Crawl, crawl, crawl to Daddy,

i want to be bob dylan

Fried eggs: I do quite like fried eggs but I haven't had them because my grandma used to make them for me when we lived with her, then of course I moved and no one makes them anymore.

My entire day in full: This is annoying. Okay I woke up to my alarm, and I stayed in bed for a while but I could hear Cody whining so I felt sorry for him and got up. Then I have no idea what I did but I spent pretty much the whole day alternating between making this dress which turned out pretty disappointing and reading this book Millions, which I'll get to in a sec. I also took Cody for a walk and my foot started hurting. Right now I'm listening to Katy Perry's new album because my mum wanted me to download it for her, but I'd tell you not to get it.

A person whom (who?) I don't know: I had a good think about this, because I didn't want to do a celebrity, that would be obvious. And I didn't want to be some stalker and write about a person who could read this. So finally I decided on Jesus, I have no idea why.
Once there was a girl called Mary who (I hope I'm getting this right) was visited by an angel in her dream and the angel told her she was going to have God's baby. And so she had Jesus in a stable. So pretty much we could say Jesus is either the son of God or Joseph or some other guy Mary was fooling around with.
But then as Jesus grew up he went around performing miracles and saying he was God's messenger, and in today's world if somebody said things like that they would be classified as schizophrenic, and have delusions of grandeur they call it (yes I have learnt something in science). But then of course if he could make miracles happen I guess I'd believe him.
Speaking of miracles, in the book Millions which Brig has read too, some saint tells Damien that the bread and fish miracle was not actually a miracle, in fact when the little boy passes around the bread and fish to everyone, they pretend to take a bit but they actually had some food stashed away and they eat that instead. Sorry that was a terrible explanation but I am aware that this post has gone on and on, and you know the rest about Jesus anyway.

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

@Joy

I am fully impressed with those post-it notes. Epic.

Tomorrow, you should talk how much you like/don't mind/hate fried eggs, your entire day in full and a person whom you don't know.

so she said what's the problem baby

isn't it just so disappointing when you check your emails and there's nothing there

okay so this year there have also been a few parties,
the best home group in the world (as well as the coolest teacher)
also an amazing maths class
and that's just about it! oh BUT AT THE END OF THE YEAR........
yep i have already posted that photo but oh welll

okay i'm sorry for just telling you my life story, but i'm getting really really stuck with ideas of what to post about, so umm if you feel like giving me any suggestions then please go ahead. like brig, i love questions :D
or you could say "hey joy tomorrow you are going to post about fried eggs" and i'll do my best to talk about fried eggs.

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Poses Punishment Pt. 3








Last chunk. Sigh. This will have to do. They're all self-explanatory.

going through photos

okay so i am going through some photos to see how my year has been,

firstly i did a lot of rowing
then i had my first all-nighter walking around an oval and playing guitar
i was lucky enough to be caught in a flash flood
learnt how to skateboard (with 6 year old boys)
and then spent a week attempting to cross country ski

i might put more up tomorrow

Monday, September 20, 2010

winnie the pooh quotes

using our little search box, which has disappeared to the bottom of the page, i realized that i already posted TWICE about winnie the pooh. and i don't even remember the books. but anyway i thought i'd find some quotes for you all.

- You can't stay in your corner of the Forest waiting for others to come to you. You have to go to them sometimes.
- Promise me you'll never forget me because if I thought you would I'd never leave
- Some people care too much, I think it's called love

Poses Punishment Pt. 2

Okay. Yay. More photos of me. Argh.

12. 'Call me' - this is a banana phone that I made out of clay, and painted for my old phone to fit in. I made it around year 8/9 when I was semily obsessed with that banana phone song.



Okay, then I played with some party poppers - never put the streamers in your mouth. They taste really, really weird. 13. Bang!


14. Confused - this was the point where I realised that my facial expressions actually don't vary at all.


15. Praying - I never look down. Then I see other people looking up too, we feel like we're stuck in the middleplace.

awkward

i wish awkward would get it's real meaning back

awk·ward (ôkwrd)
adj.
1. Not graceful; ungainly.
2.
a. Not dexterous; clumsy.
b. Clumsily or unskillfully performed: The opera was marred by an awkward aria.
3.
a. Difficult to handle or manage: an awkward bundle to carry.
b. Difficult to effect; uncomfortable: an awkward pose.
4.
a. Marked by or causing embarrassment or discomfort: an awkward remark; an awkward silence.
b. Requiring great tact, ingenuity, skill, and discretion: An awkward situation arose during the peace talks.

Sunday, September 19, 2010

say, can you believe it?

ah the wonders of spotlight. i'm going to make a dress and a skirt and i really hope i don't stuff anything up :)
are you on holidays brig?

Poses Punishment Pt. 1

I had oodles of time today, for a change. This was kind of fun...being in my bathroom...taking photos in front of a black board... [on a very random sidenote, does anyone read these posts on Google Reader? My formatting looks fine on the blog but horrible on reader...so...sorry...]

1. Victory Sign/Peace Sign - I tried hard to look really Asian. I ended up looking like this:















Then, 4. Adjusting Glasses - I do this to people across the classroom and get funny looks from other people.















4. Shush - in actual fact, duct tape does not hurt when you pull it off. If you breath a lot in it before taking it off, painless.



7. Frame - I figured out what this was, or at least...guessed what it could have meant. After taking this photo, I drew a moustache on myself and tried to look like a fancy director.




Installment #2 tomorrow...

Saturday, September 18, 2010

Monday

Terrible Feelings To Have:

- wanting it to be Monday and the weekend simultaneously.
- coming up with better ideas than previously, without the leeway to change things.
- being tired, but wanting to stay up and extend my day by two hours.
- missing a day of anything, whether it'd be school (true), holidays (ah) or 365-ness (argh).
- impending deadlines which you have created for yourself.

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Okay, Joy - I'll get started tomorrow...I guess.
People do this for fun...?

muahaha

god i feel so mean doing this, this is like the worst punishment ever

29 day pose challenge!!!! i got this off someone's blog. poor brigitte. feel free to do it in one day. and it's okay if you don't do them all. but no less than 10
ahh im so mean
:(

DAY ONE- Victory sign a.k.a Peace sign. -MUST do this and be all asian like
DAY TWO- Shush Pose.
DAY THREE- Begging Pose.
DAY FOUR- Adjusting Glasses. -haha brig do this one :)
DAY FIVE- Claws Pose.
DAY SIX- Pigtails Pose.
DAY SEVEN- Frame Pose. -ok i dont know what this is
DAY EIGHT- Pleading.
DAY NINE- ‘Louder’ Pose. -?
DAY TEN- ‘Fighting!’ Pose.
DAY ELEVEN- Punch To The Face Pose
DAY TWELVE- ‘Call Me’ Pose.
DAY THIRTEEN- ‘BANG!’ Pose.
DAY FOURTEEN- Confused Pose.
DAY FIFTEEN- Praying Pose.
DAY SIXTEEN- ‘Blowing a kiss’ Pose.
DAY SEVENTEEN- Pointing Pose.
DAY EIGHTEEN- Giant Heart Pose.
DAY NINETEEN- Pillow Pose.
DAY TWENTY- Surprised Pose.
DAY TWENTYONE- Daydreaming Pose.
DAY TWENTYTWO- ‘Hey’ Pose.
DAY TWENTYTHREE- Heart Shape Pose.
DAY TWENTYFOUR- Nyan Nyan Pose. -WTF
DAY TWENTYFIVE- ‘Okay’ Pose.
DAY TWENTYSIX- Salute Pose.
DAY TWENTYSEVEN- Horns Pose.
DAY TWENTYEIGHT- Tears/Teasing Pose.
DAY TWENTYNINE- Puffy Cheeks Expression.

Joy, I'm All Open For Punishment.

Friday, September 17, 2010

dear jessy

Melbourne: Phillip Island, City (shopping), culture-y stuff depending on when you come (when are you coming by the way?) ummmm you could go to the Dandenongs, Brighton beach (i havent been there but it looks cool) or Sandringham beach. ooh and moonlight cinema (i havent been there either) and you have to eat Lord of the Fries. and Crust pizza because I work there - you should buy it from me!
Arts center which is like the art gallery, it's cool the first time but not the next 10 when you go on school trips. And then if you are in the city go and look at the Yarra (the river) which is yucky brown and imagine me rowing on that and getting splashed all over with that water
oh and go to MLC because that's my school :)
and catch a tram!

Sydney: opera house and harbour bridge (duh). i climbed the harbour bridge but it was quite a lot of money, so i'm not sure if that's worth it. And I went to the blue mountains which was nice and I SAW A TREE WHICH HAD LIPS ON IT!!!
and also one of the coolest places i have ever been to, was this little tea house god knows where. and it was FULL of different tea cups and pots, and they served you tea and scones with jam and cream and it was just lovely. and it was like a bus trip thing for tourists where the buses ran every so often and you could stop wherever you wanted on the route, and it also stopped at this chocolate place which made nice little chocolates. i dont remember anything else though.

Canberra: when i went, THE FOLK FESTIVAL WAS ON. yep that was my main attraction. um i also went to this market with my mum (actually i did everything with my mum) but yeah the market was good, and apparently the science museum or something - questacon? oh and if i were you i would try and sneak a look at the army university cause that sounds cool

oh wow i wrote heaps, i hope you read this :|

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Here I Give Thanks

Piling a lot more onto my plate than I can probably handle next week. I'm cramming plenty of foreshadowing into project 42. Exams aren't really about stressing out, it's probably breathing too much in to the extent that the whole class is dying from euphoria. I would like to maintain that happiness is probably based on the content of the emails you receive. If happiness was based on the amount of salmon you could consume in one sitting - I'd shy away from the stuff. Currently - I can say that I'm up to my knees in freerice at the moment. Yeah, boxed drinks and emails are the foundation of everything.

okay

it's really hard to stalk people on facebook when my internet just decides to turn itself on and off again whenever it wants

oh i have some exciting news, i used my bank card for the first time today to buy a hot cross bun (but with no cross) and some strawberries, and i was being all naive at the cash register saying "can i use this card?" "is it cheque or savings?" "did it work okay?" and then i went for a stroll and tried on a sports bra in target because i had ages till the next bus, and then when i went back to the bus stop the guy from the cash register was waiting there.

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Inanimate Growth

elevators

can you believe that i've never really been in an awkwardly silent elevator until today, or at least i've never noticed it till today?
people talk about them and i just smile and nod. but i hadn't experienced it really
but then today i did and it was like WOW awkward but cool cause it was just like people say it was. everyone was happy to talk while getting in but as soon as the button was hit and the elevator started moving, all was silent. lucky it was only one floor, but i was like :D in my head because i'd finally been in an awkward elevator

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

fire

it seemed like everyone i knew was dying, i looked in the mirror and i was on fire

can you believe we still have 4 months of this to go?

Food Obscured By Homework

Monday, September 13, 2010

everything


blogging because i have to

An Instance:

When I was in year 3, I enrolled myself in after school art classes which ran a handful of sessions. It was run by my year 2 and 3 teachers.

I was minding my own business, painting/drawing. My two teachers were discussing flats and miscellaneous living costs. I turn to the person next to me (I forget who) and ask:

7 year old Brigitte: "Why did the hedgehog cross the road?"
Anonymous friend: "I don't know...why?"
7 year old Brigitte: "To get to its flatmate."

One of my teachers told me not to eavesdrop. I asked what eavesdrop meant, and they told me.

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Irony

When you have too many people avoiding mainstream, the minority is no longer special.

285

so tomorrow i'm meant to be going to work experience, and i haven't prepared at all and i feel like i could sleep for a whole day
also i have a bad feeling that im going to get lost
:(

Saturday, September 11, 2010

Littering

If you killed a litter of kittens, without anyone knowing - you'd think that everyone would know.

You visit your local dairy, you think that the shopkeeper (whom you've known for three and a half years) knows of your crime, he recommended that you should buy the milk on special. You arrive home to see your mum looking at pets on trademe, it's probably some indirect way of saying, "Hey, I know that you killed a litter of kittens. Just tell me so that we can get on with our lives". Your dad starts to tell you heartfelt anecdotes about that small siamese called Max who fell asleeptooclose by the fireplace. Your friend has started breeding kittens, just so that there can be more loving cat owners in the world.

Damn.

Friday, September 10, 2010

How It Works:

They say that they never see your art enough and when you take it home for them to see they have nothing to say about it.

I'm on a roll.

big jet plane

i'm not here tomorrow :)
and this is jack johnson with a pink guitar and that thing up the top is meant to be a surfboard...
i was doing some facebook stalking of some girls from my nz school. they row in long socks and their coxes wear lifejackets. i find that hilariousssss. hi brigitte :)

my font isn't working... or is it just me?

Thursday, September 9, 2010

How Not To:

daffodils


would you think it was weird if i planted a pot of daffodils in my room?

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

This Is The:

joy has...

a virus on her computer. doesnt technology suck

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

On The Other Hand,

I feel like I have no time for anything (hey, join the rest of the entire world).

But, I will not complain about it (hey, I'm in the minority!).


standing on this busy city street

this big old city, i've got nobody to meet

Monday, September 6, 2010

dream about changing

Isn't it weird that my whole life seems to revolve around rowing
I actually plan everything around getting my minutes, and getting rest
But I do have time for everything :)

A champion team isn't always made up of champions

Shoe & Tell

I have to do a show and tell for my tutor (home, whatever the rest of the world calls it) time. Being as predictable as I possible could, I chose photography. Never did I realise my love for making powerpoints, here's slide 2:

Why one would choose a hobby which is as seemingly ubiquitous as photography:

No bull – the hobby actually chooses you
Having a common hobby makes you seem just like everyone else (but not)
It’s an excuse to not participate in birthday parties/or anything, for that matter
A camera requires care, but you don’t have to feed it
It is a very controversial debate topic
It makes you feel very self fulfilled, capturing moments in time for generations beyond yourself to reminisce in for timeless accounts of memories


Sunday, September 5, 2010

Drony

Who on Earth started chain emails?

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can you guys PLEASE sending madds
i can not recieve VERY important emails from teachers
and it just bloggs up everybodys inbox
___________________________________
Thanks
Laura_____

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Hi,
Can you please stop sending the MADD emails to me/everyone who doesn't like them being sent! I've signed it once and it is annoying when it comes in
Thanks,
Millie

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Hii every one. Can people please please stop sending those MADD emails around to the whole school? maybe just send them to your friends as they are filling up my inbox which means i cant receive important emails e.g emails about uni and emails from teachers.
thaaankyou :)

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Please stop forwarding MADD, most people (over 1000) people have signed it, and most people have received over 20 copies.
Thanks :)
*--Ana Courtney--*

mine

My name is Joy, I love Taylor Swift and I am not ashamed
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Oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh

You were in college, working part-time, waiting tables
Left a small town and never looked back
I was a flight risk, afraid of fallin'
Wondering why we bother with love, if it never lasts

I say, "Can you believe it?"
As we're lyin' on the couch
The moment, I can see it
Yes, yes, I can see it now

Do you remember, we were sittin' there, by the water?
You put your arm around me for the fist time
You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter
You are the best thing that's ever been mine

Flash forward, and we're takin' on the world together
And there's a drawer of my things at your place
You learn my secrets and figure out why I'm guarded
You say we'll never make my parents' mistakes

But we got bills to pay
We got nothin' figured out
When it was hard to take
Yes, yes

This is what I thought about:

Do you remember, we were sittin' there, by the water?
You put your arm around me for the fist time
You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter
You are the best thing that's ever been mine

Do you remember all the city lights on the water?
You saw me start to believe for the first time
You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter
You are the best thing that's ever been mine

Oh, oh, oh, oh

And I remember that fight, two-thirty AM
You said everything was slipping right out of our hands
I ran out, crying, and you followed me out into the street

Braced myself for the goodbye, cause that's all I've ever known
Then, you took me by surprise
You said, "I'll never leave you alone."

You said, "I remember how we felt, sitting by the water.
And every time I look at you, it's like the first time.
I fell in love with a careless man's careful daughter.
She is the best thing that's ever been mine."

You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter
You are the best thing that's ever been mine

Do you believe it?
We're gonna make it now
And I can see it

I can see it now