lucky number twelve

twelve days left. i can't wait. some people share my sentiment, others don't. i really have no reason to stay here, aside from the snowboarding and some of my old friends.
i fill my time with music and reading in my comfy chair by the christmas tree. talking to friends from school seems to make the day go by just a little faster. i am currently on a damien rice/nickel creek high. the song cannonball by damien rice has gotten my attention as of late...

still a little bit of your taste in my mouth
still a little bit of you laced with my doubt
still a little hard to say what's going on

still a little bit of your ghost, your weakness
still a little bit of your face i haven't kissed
you step a little closer each day
that i can't say what's going on

stones taught me to fly
love taught me to lie
life taught me to die
so it's not hard to fall
when you float like a cannonball

still a little bit of your song in my ear
still a little bit of your words i long to hear
you step a little closer to me
so close that i can't see what's going on

stones taught me to fly
love taught me to lie
life taught me to die
so it's not hard to fall
when you float like a cannon-
stones taught me to fly
love taught me to cry
so come on courage
teach me to be shy
'cause it's not hard to fall
and i don't want to scare her
it's not hard to fall
and i don't wanna lose
it's not hard to grow
when you know that you just don't know

great song. and i'm done. off to play frisbee golf with marke...should be fun, i hope.