October 20, 2005
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The Daily News
1 Ahhhhh the DN...
2 Sorta like a nice hot cuppa coffee, or chocolate in the morning. I never really know WHEN people read this stuff, but it sure is fun getting all those nice notes from y'all. It's like my life is now 50 First Dates, only every five minutes, so I get e-mails about the DN, and sometimes I forget what the heck I wrote about an hour earlier!
3 It's like, to me, I just sort of get home and pop this in the oven, like it's a frozen pizza, then I daydream for a few hours online, and next thing I know, there's this old familiar Daily News thing staring at me from my computer screen.
4 Sometimes it just says this: fj[efoppqiov'[pg v] jkjag'riojp, and then starts beeping, because I just drooled on the keyboard when I fell asleep in the middle of doing this.
5 It's a little bit funny.
6 It's a LOT bit funny.
7 Last night, the ICC Banquet just rocked. We had such fun!!! Everybody got up and sang karaoke songs; Mrs. Maestas and Mrs. Barajas sang and laughed, and it was pretty awesome. Then Beaver came up to me (yeah alumni, we have a guy named Beaver! Go ahead, go ahead!) and pointed to a song on the karaoke cover. He said Ms. Wolcott wanted me to sing it with her.
8 I cleaned my glasses, and took the cover, looked to where he was pointing...then stopped dead.
9 It was Your Song.
10 I really hesitated. I said, "May I see what other songs are on there?" and he brought over like six or seven albums. I looked over to Tracy, looked back, and there it was, staring me right in the face: Your Song.
11 Your Song was our song. It was the anthem of the Class of '05, and to this minute, it means a lot to me. I sang it to them all the way back to their freshmen year, although some of them never knew it at the time. No song ever worked more perfectly with a class, if anyone were to ask me. The two things were, in my frabjous eyes, intertwined, then, now, and forever.
12 It's just SUCH a special song, and for so many reasons...I just told Beaver, "Nah, I couldn't do it man." But I sat, and I thought about it, and decided, "Hey, why not?" Just then, someone was singing I Believe I Could Fly, and of course, Wolcott got up and flew, and others followed. I stayed low, thinking about Your Song. But soon, even I got caught up in the goofiness, and swooped over to Wolcott, and I just thought, as corny as it sounds, that perhaps, just this night, I could fly.
13 Rocha handed me the mic. I then looked over the crowd out there in the gym, and I said into it, "This goes out to the familiar. I just love the familiar..." and within seconds, the song began. Tracy sang with surprising soul, "It's a little bit funny; this feeling inside...I'm not one of those who can...easily hide...I don't have much money, but boy if i did..."
14 She handed me the mic, and I just stepped up, and with all my heart, sang, "If I was a sculptor...but then again, no...or a man who makes potions in a travelin' show...I know it's not much, but it's the best I can do...my gift is my song and this one's for you..." And I sang it to YB, and I sang it with all my heart.
15 It sort of went out to everybody there; the teachers, the clubs, ASB, and to the familiar, and from my heart, to the spirit of the Class of '05, and we sang it like there was no tomorrow."So excuse me forgettin', but these things I do; you see I've forgotten if they're green or their blue...anyway, the thing is, what I really mean...yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen..."
16 And we took it home...and you can tell everybody...and all the rest.
17 Quite soulful, almost everything I was feeling, and in some ways that everyone was feeling, I think. We all miss them. How else can I put it?
18 It was, after all, our song...
19 And ASB knew it. And so did Tracy. And so, I think, did everybody.
20 And so did I.
21 And so did I.
22 Peace...
~h~
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