"This Song's for You"

My sister is a crazy knitter. She's made some pretty remarkable things over the years, including a pair of pants. She often employs her talents to make cute, unique, and very personal gifts. All her bridesmaids' gifts were things she had knitted. For my birthday she knit (or, um, crocheted, I don't really know) a really cute pink headband for me.

I don't really have a crafty skill like that. I remember trying - and failing, around the third or fourth row every time - knitting. We used to make quilt squares when we were kids, but what do you with a square? I made a dress once. It was beautiful, but our choice of fabric was not so right and it happened to rip in the middle of the event I wore it to (hehe, how to make an already memorable event *more* memorable). So in general, I don't make things for people. I think during high school I managed to pass off some of my art projects as presents for my mom, but she seemed to like them, anyway.

The thing is, novels and screenplays don't make good gifts. One year I thought about it, taking my NaNo novel and getting a couple more copies from LuLu and mailing them to some members of my extended family, and while I'm sure they would have enjoyed it, it just seems a little... pompous. Only once did I actually give a story as a birthday present. It was my friend Lindsay B.'s birthday and I had been writing a goofy little story about her or something, and I finally finished it and wrapped it up in newspaper comics and gave it to her (I think I got her a real gift too). She didn't like the ending. I wrote another story about an inside joke during high school, but that one wasn't *for* anyone.

The thing is, I do write for people. I have stories I've actually written with someone in mind. And I would do it a whole lot more. I try to ask people what *they* would want to see or in which ways movies move them. I've even thought of getting in touch with the pastor at New Life to see what sort of themes and stories he think people need to see from the movies. I only have so many good ideas; I need some from other people. But really, I don't think I've gotten a real answer from anyone yet. I would love to write you a story. I would love to write about the issues you are dealing with, give you hope, make you cry, renew your faith. It's the only thing I know how to do. I know it doesn't sound like much, but maybe when you read it, you'll be surprised.

I don't know. Maybe everything I write is really just for me.

Just Can't Get Enough

There's something about you
Tears me inside out whenever you're around
There's something about you
Speeding thru my veins until we hit the ground
And there's something about this rush
Take it away
It made me feel so good
I get a feeling you get a feeling we got a feeling
Like we could die

And guess what Mother
We just can't get enough
Lover
We just gotta get it up
We just gotta get it up
There's something about you
That tears me inside out whenever you're around
And there's something about you
That makes me fly
You're a heart attack, just the kind i like

Haunting and strange
That makes me feel so good
I get a feeling you get a feeling we got a feeling
Like we're alive
And Mother
We just can't get enough
We just can't get enough
Lover
We just gotta get it up
We just gotta get it up
This world may not have too much time
But baby i'm fine because maybe you're mine
We just can't get enough
You better give up
Come on and give up
Get ready to give up your life
Give up your life

It's you for me and me for you
You make my dreams come true
Off the wall coming from me
But I wanna see this through, my baby
You're on my mind all the time
I found a billion dimes
You rolled the dice, and lost them all
And baby i just don't mind

And incidentally mother
We just can't get enough
We just can't get enough
Lover
We just gotta get it up
We just gotta get it up
This world may not have too much time
But baby i'm fine because maybe you're mine
We just can't get enough
We just can't get enough
And i don't want no one
If i can't have you

A world of illusion
But baby you're true
I know i deceived you
I once told you lies
If you don't believe me
Just look in my eyes

Social Security Number please
Credit card number please
Money please
Money please
Money please
Please deposit eighty five dollars
For the next three minutes please
Or your call will be disconnected immediately
Aw yeah all right feel good tonight
Aw yeah all right feel good tonight

- New Radicals

Waking up from a nightmare to nobody.

You don't think I'll be able to do it. Just watch.