The NFL

I could write a whole post about how much I like football, but this post totally isn't about that. The NFL is one of our clients, and our contact there is the funniest guy, just cuz he's so cliche, you could guess he works at the NFL just hearing his voice. Last night, he left a message on my voicemail where he had obviously put the phone on hold and it played a minute or two of football highlights. Today, I had to talk to him a couple times, and besides the fact that (of course) he calls me sweetheart (though he knows my name), he's got this big gruff voice, while underneath lies a good ole' boy who lets the punches just roll off him. We can mess up his account and he never yells, just asks us to please do what we can to fix it. It's clients like him that make me enjoy working here.

Slap-Happy

My office is a bit slap-happy today. I've had glitter thrown on me twice (not that I minded too much), there was just a scream released from someone (I've decided to hold off from investigating), lots and lots of laughing and decorations in abundance. There's a makeshift chandalier above my head made up of ornaments from a dollar store - it's very pretty. I haven't gotten a lot of work done today, but at least everyone is in a fine mood.

Hi!

It seems as though someone has found my blog who I wasn't quite expecting. Nope, not a date.

HI DAD!

School Calendar

People have been asking me how long my Winter Break is from school, and I realized I had no idea. I just looked it up and it seems as though it's less than a month long this year. In the past, I would actually be happy about that - I always get a little antsy when I'm not in school; I've gotten used to such a frantic pace that it's weird for me when I'm JUST working full-time. But looking at the calendar, my perspective has changed a bit. Now I think the break just isn't long enough, I'm not sure if my batteries will be recharged by then. But then again, at the moment, I'm looking forward to the next two weeks being insane as I finish up my semester and all the "good" things that come along with that. Maybe I'll be ready by January 17th to start again. I hope.

'Dos

One of the things that I actually do like about New York is the people watching. I walked around to see the Macy's windows today at lunch ad I was struck by what is apparently the new 'do for men. Not a mohawk exactly, but a peak in the middle of the head where the hair has been combed up. I saw several men, dressed professionally in suits, with this very interesting 'do. It was an interesting contrast, I'm not sure I understand why it's the rage, but I certainly found it amusing.

Video from my Dad

My dad sent me this video this morning just cuz he found it touching. I also liked it, and thought it was cool that my dad knows how to e-mail me videos, so I thought I would pass it along (which is kinda the point of the video anyway). Enjoy!

Fun with Highlights

And I don't mean the magazine. I think I had a little too much fun while highlighting my hair - I guess I'm going to see if blondes really do have more fun.

Special LOTD -

Rod Stewart
Blondes Have More Fun

Is it a matter of opinion
or just a contradiction
but from where I come from
all the blondes have more fun
Well just awatch them sisters on a Saturday night
Peroxide causin' all the fights

I took a rose in Texas
she gimme plenty of practice
But I couldn't touch the surface
'cos of recent facelift
She had no idea what love's about
'cept the one o'clock call on the casting couch

Sissy from New York
was on the cover of New Vogue
I ain't supposed to be available
So completely untouchable
I got a limousine 'n' bodyguard and chaperone
But God knows Rodder just needs to ball

You can keep your black and your red heads
You can keep your brunettes too
I wanna girl that's semi intelligent
Gimme a blonde that's six feet two boy
and that ain't all

I had a crush on Bardot
Fell in love with Monroe
Read about 'em in the nationals
All the juicy little scandals
But I never saw 'em dancin' at the county hall
with the short fat guy's prematurely bald

Dig this

You can keep your black and your red heads
you can keep your brunettes too
Don't wanna subservient woman
Gimme a blonde that's six feet two boy
and that ain't all

Phew

My classmate and I have been working on a team presentation that is due in a week and a half. Our professor is extremely particular about what he is looking for, so we sent him an outline today in order to have him give us his suggestions and critique. I was quite prepared for him to have a LONG list of suggestions for us, requiring a huge revamping of the presentation. He gave us justa few small suggestions and said we are on the right track! Yay!

Junk Mail

We get all kinds of catalogs here at work, some of them quite amusing. I think the one I got today is the funniest though. It's from Heifer International. As I flip through the pages, it extolls the virtues of giving the gift of a heifer, goat, pig, sheep, a trio of rabbits, a flock of chicks or a share of any of them. I'm not sure how I would react if someone gave me a heifer for the holidays, though it would certainly be a first.

Through Different Eyes

About two and a half years ago, while living in Baltimore, I decided to take a day trip up to New York to explore the city a little and specifically, to spend a beautiful spring day in Central Park. I took the train up and when I stepped out of Penn Station, right in front of Madison Square Garden, I was inundated with the honking of horns, the sight of really tall buildings and the rush of a ton of people hurrying every which way. It was completely overwhelming and a totally new experience.

Today, during my lunch break, I took the same steps out of Penn Station. But what I was greeted with was what has become my daily bombardment of noise, that I take more or less for granted. The streets were familiar, I knew exactly which way to go and where I was headed. It was a totally different feeling than that day two and a half years ago.

It's weird how quickly we get used to what was once so alarming and different.

LOTD

I wrote a whole big blog post about the song "You and Me" by Lifehouse, which contains the lyrics "This clock never seemed so alive." It brings me a lot of hits. But today, I was drawn to the song, and realized why once I heard it. Today, these lyrics stand out:

"All of the things that I want to say just aren't coming out right
I'm tripping on words
You've got my head spinning
I don't know where to go from here"

I don't usually have trouble expressing myself in writing, but the last couple days I have, and have to fall back on going with my gut, which I'm usually not good at. Lifehouse, once again, manages to say it much better than I could have.

Juxtaposition

Does anyone else find it an interesting juxtaposition that right now, I'm sitting here, painting my nails all sparkly and glittery, while at the same time, lamenting the fact that none of my friends are at all interesting in watching football with me?

Role Reversal

Sometimes in life, we get a glimpse of the other person's shoes. Here's the scenario - someone had to break the bad news to me at one point. It caused hurt and frustration and a lot of sadness. I didn't understand the decision, but I had no choice but to accept it. Now, roles have been reversed, except the players are not exactly the same. And I have to be the bearer of bad news, which I hate. And I don't know how to do it, but I know I have to. I now understand the strength it must have taken to give me such news back then. It is often harder on the giver than the recipient.

All's Quiet

The city is so weird today. I've never seen it so quiet, not at any hour of the day or night. Granted, I didn't trek up to Macy's, which I have heard is insanely crazy at the moment. But I decided that if I had to work today, I might as well treat myself to a inordinately expensive cup of Starbucks coffee (it is yummy, by the way). I went into Starbucks...and I was the only person there. It was so weird. I've never been in a Starbucks that wasn't packed to the gills, certainly not in New York City. I had a whole conversation with the manager, who then started calling me sweetie (I think I have it stamped on my forehead), about how unusual it was, since his store is actually one of the busiest in the city. I then walked to my office, and the streets that I usually have to wrestle my way through were almost bare. So weird. Anyway, hope everyone is enjoying their shopping!

Indoctrination

I was told yesterday by an indoctrinated (AKA - WAY TOO FRUM) individual that it is against halacha to celebrate Thanksgiving, because it's not a Jewish holiday. I asked this individual whether he was an American, to which the response was a resounding yes. So, I asked, why on earth would it be a problem to celebrate a holiday that honors a part of his existence that he is very proud of? The response - it's not a Jewish holiday and it is against halacha to celebrate it. Hmmm...not an especially satisfying answer if you ask me. I wish people would think about and question whether there is any basis for such statements before they go shooting their mouths off. Because in the end, I just end up losing respect.

So, I present the qualified halachic opinion of Rabbi Michael Broyde, who says it's permissible to celebrate Thanksgiving (but not Halloween).

I have to note that I kind of wish Thanksgiving wasn't halachically permissible, and that I had better, more grounded reason for not being with my family, because honestly, it kinda sucks. Anyway.

Oops

Apparently, returning text messages at 4 in the morning causes concern from my friends. Oops.

LOTD

Here's one to bring back memories, from my music exchange buddy who needs good luck wishes today.

Talking in Your Sleep
The Romantics

When you close your eyes and go to sleep
And it's down to the sound of a heartbeat
I can hear the things that you're dreaming about
When you open up your heart and the truth comes out

CHORUS:
You tell me that you want me
You tell me that you need me
You tell me that you love me
And I know that I'm right
Cuz I hear it in the night
I hear the secrets that you keep
When you're talking in your sleep

When I hold you in my arms at night
Don't you know you're sleeping in a spotlight
And all your dreams that you keep inside
You're telling me the secrets that you just can't hide

CHORUS

You tell me that you want me
You tell me that you need me
You tell me that you love me
And I know that I'm right
Cuz I hear it in the night
I hear the secrets that you keep
When you're talking in your sleep

When you close your eyes and you fall asleep
Everythng about you is a mystery

CHORUS

You tell me that you want me
You tell me that you need me
You tell me that you love me
And I know that I'm right
Cuz I hear it in the night
I hear the secrets that you keep
When you're talking in your sleep

Done

With the exception of one last proof-read (or make that the first one, I'm not so good at editing), I'm done with the paper that has been plaguing me for the last two weeks. If you want info on the Thematic Apperception Test (AKA the TAT), I'm your guy. I'm off to relax now.

Free?

I think some companies don't really understand the meaning of the word "Free." The sixth definition in my American Heritage Dictionary, which I keep conveniently located on my coffee table (my Webster's is next to my bed), defines "free" as "costing nothing."

So, with this definition in mind, I thought it ironic that on the back of my cereal box, they were offering "free" keychains - at the cost of only two proofs of purchase and a $5 donation. Hmmm - two boxes of cereal cost approximately $5 each, so the total they are asking people to spend is around $15 to get this "free" keychain. Hmmm...maybe I should send them a dictionary.

LOTD

It's possible I've posted this song before, but it's so apropos to this week, that there is no other song I can possibly post. No more can be said, except that I'm really ready for Shabbos.

Everybody Hurts
R.E.M.

When the day is long and the night, the night is yours alone,
When you're sure you've had enough of this life, well hang on
Don't let yourself go, 'cause everybody cries and everybody hurts sometimes

Sometimes everything is wrong. Now it's time to sing along
When your day is night alone, (hold on, hold on)
If you feel like letting go, (hold on)
When you think you've had too much of this life, well hang on

'Cause everybody hurts. Take comfort in your friends
Everybody hurts. Don't throw your hand. Oh, no. Don't throw your hand
If you feel like you're alone, no, no, no, you are not alone

If you're on your own in this life, the days and nights are long,
When you think you've had too much of this life to hang on

Well, everybody hurts sometimes,
Everybody cries. And everybody hurts sometimes
And everybody hurts sometimes. So, hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Everybody hurts. You are not alone.

Cell Phone Advantages

One of my co-workers just mentioned one of the advantages of cell phones: When you meet someone, and it doesn't work out for one reason or another, you can have the satisfaction of deleting them from your (cell phone) memory. If only it were that easy with all aspects of life.

Another Post for the Girls

This is another post for the women out there reading - Ezzie, you have been warned once again!

People has published the issue we all wait for - the Sexiest Men Alive issue. Check it out. Well worth putting off whatever you are doing.

MySpace

I heart, no wait, HATE, MySpace. I signed up in order to keep up with my brothers, all of whom had pages, and all it has done is annoy me. It has a horrible interface, tools that don't work, and sends all kinds of e-mails from my address book I don't want it to send. Sorry if anyone received one, MySpace seems to have a mind of its own.

Now it's gone. Bye-Bye.

What Help

I was having some Internet issues (the horror!) last night. I had tried everything I could think of, and was still unable to pull up any webpages, despite the fact the my Internet reportedly was connected. What I found so annoying was that I picked up the little book that my ISP had given me when they installed my modem and on the page that spoke about calling customer service, they directed me to a website to find the phone number to call. Um...if I'm having Internet issues, how am I going to look up the number on the Internet???

I did manage to get it working, after finally succumbing and purchasing a new wireless router (I've been meaning to do it since I loved in). And, by the way, the manual for the router also directed me to a website for troubleshooting. Ummm, thanks.

Quirks

I read this article on Aish.com yesterday. Rather than illustrating whatever point the author was trying to make, I just found it irritating. No where in the article does the author give his wife nearly enough credit for everything that she does - from driving him to his meeting that he was irresponsibly late for, to making sure he doesn't have to suffer the horrors of eating on plastic dishes (wonder who is washing those dishes, hmmmm...). All he does is get annoyed by the fact that she sets her clock ahead a few minutes, in HER car. Maybe someone should point out that she needs every additional minute to complete all the chores he seems to feel it necessary that she completes. Can you tell my feminist tendencies were set off, just a little?

Ouch

My co-worked is sprawled out on the floor at the moment. I don't think I've ever seen the tattoos she has on her lower back before. They are big, and while I can't quite make them out, they seem to be some kind of Native American symbols, like you would see on a totem pole. All I can think is, "Ouch."

I have to give her credit - she is amusing me while she crawls around on the floor.

Bored?

The Princess alerted me to this game a while back, and when I'm bored at work, it's a great way to waste my time away. So I figured I would share.

Can you solve the Crickler?

AOTD

Van Gogh never ceases to touch me with his artwork. He had a way of really infusing his paintings with emotion. Last night, I finally got around to switching my calendar to November (yes, I know the month is almost half over already) and I was presented with one of his painting entitled "The Weaver." Here, now you can see the November edition of my Van Gogh calendar:



And a bonus Van Gogh this morning, because initially when I was looking for the painting, I was having trouble finding it (Google was trying to be tricky with me.

Creature of Habit

It amazes me what a creature of habit I am. I had several friends over yesterday which necessitated the moving around of a bit of furniture. I ended up decided that one chair was actually better placed in a different location than it had previously been. But during the approximately ten times I have now passed its previous location, I have been startled each and every time to find no chair there. I wonder how many times it will take until I accept my chair's new location.

Jewish Mother Syndrome

In general, I think I manage to avoid a lot of the pitfalls of the traditional jewish mentality. I don't do (very much) of the guilt thing, and I rarely give it to others (I don't think). I was told recently that Jewish women are typically domineering, I don't think I fit that category either. And I don't like to talk about diseases in a whisper.

However, I do have the typical Jewish mother syndrome when it comes to cooking. I'm having a few friends over for a meal tomorrow, and I have SO MUCH foot (oops, one of these days I'll learn to use spell-check) food. It's ridiculous. And I know it's ridiculous. Now that it's all cooked. Oh well - leftovers made great lunch during the week.

Guys and Long Hair

One of my male co-workers, who happens to be gay, told me this morning that my hair looked nice. I mentioned to him that I was excited, because I have a hair cut scheduled for Sunday. His eyes got big and scared and he asked me how much I was planning on having cut. I explained that I was just getting a little bit cut to trim up my layers, and that he probably wouldn't even notice the difference. His reponse was, "Phew. Guys like long hair." Then another male co-worker came over to reinforce this opinion.

It was just funny to me that my gay co-worker was concerned about the length of my hair and its effect on men. What is it with guys and long hair???

LOTD

Today's LOTD is brought to you by a classic band - U2. U2 happens to be the best concert I ever saw, the night before Thanksgiving, I drove with three friends to Atlanta to see their POP tour. It was awesome. We got home around 4:00 AM, in time for me to get a few hours' sleep before joining my family for turkey. My college years were sometimes difficult - that memory is one of the best. Anyway, enjoy!

I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For

I have climbed highest mountains
I have run through the fields
Only to be with you
Only to be with you
I have run
I have crawled
I have scaled these city walls
These city walls
Only to be with you

But I still haven't found what I'm looking for
But I still haven't found what I'm looking for

I have kissed honey lips
Felt my healing in her fingertips
It burned like fire
This burning desire

I have spoke with the tongue of angels
I have held the hand of a devil
It was warm in the night
I was cold as a stone

But I still haven't found what I'm looking for
But I still haven't found what I'm looking for

I believe in the kingdom come
Then all the colors will bleed into one
Bleed into one
Well, yes I'm still running

You broke the bonds
And you loosed the chains
Carried the cross
Of my shame
Of my shame
You know I believed it

But I still haven't found what I'm looking for
But I still haven't found what I'm looking for
But I still haven't found what I'm looking for

Grey's Anatomy (No Spoilers ;)

On Grey's Anatomy last night, one of the characters says that she can't even begin to talk about a topic, because it scares her too much. Who knew that the characters on that show were real? Sigh. I know what she means.

Jawdropping Numbers

This is one of the major reasons I think eloping is the way to go. Oh. My. Gosh.

Non-Stop Evening

It's been a non-stop evening. I left my office a few minutes before 5:00 today, so that I could catch the 5:04 bus, go grocery shopping, bake a few things and spend time with a friend, and oh yeah, don't forget about doing some homework. Well, as they say, humans plan, G-d laughs.

The bus never came. There was flooding because of all the rain, so after standing there in line for over half an hour, watching the time go by for three buses, I gave up and ran downstairs to catch the subway to the train station, where my friend was busy buying me a ticket for the train. I got on the train, and managed to get home over an hour late. Another friend picked us up from the train station and drove us to our cars, where Chinese food was mentioned.

I went home, threw some laundry in the washing machine, and made challah dough and set it to rise. Then I made brownies. As I was putting the brownies in the oven, my friends arrived with the Chinese food. Once they left, I went downstairs to put my clothes in the dryer, then I set about making zucchini bread, because the zucchinis that I had bought had to be used NOW.

While I was in the middle of making the zucchini bread, my other friend who I was supposed to hang out with called and said she was on her way over. I managed to get the zucchini bread in the oven before she came over. We shmoozed, made our fingernails sparkly, the zucchini bread finished baking (it was YUM, according to my friend), I braided the challah and put it in the oven. My friend left, I just took the challah out of the oven. And now homework.

One thing I have to say - my apartment smells good :)

Scheduling Dilemma

I'm having trouble trying to decide what to do about my classes next semester. Others seem to think it's a good idea to open the floor to blog readers, so here I am, once again following suit (which is weird, I can't make this a habit):

I am taking two classes on Tuesdays from 5:00 PM until 9:00 PM. Those are non-negotiable.

I have to make a decision about my other class though. I like taking three classes, because it's a good balance for me. Two classes on only one night a week makes me feel like I'm not a student (and it means it would take me forever to graduate), four is just a bit too much on top of working full-time.

My choices are between:

1) A Research class from 5:00 - 7:00 on Mondays. It's taught by a professor that I currently have - his teaching is a joke and his goal is for us all to make A's. Pros - Great time slot; it will be an easy class. Cons - I feel like I'm wasting my time sitting in the class for 2 hours with this professor, this course will be offered over the summer (most likely).

2) A Multicultural Class on Thursdays from 7:00 - 9:00 PM. It's also taught by a professor I have this semester, but he happens to be an incredible teacher and extremely knowledgable. Pros - excellent professor, class will not be offered in the summer, so I will have to take it in addition to my internship next year (which will be hard). Cons - the time. I will already be in class one night a week until 9:00 and it really wears me out.

Both classes are required for me to graduate. Your suggestions?

Lost in Translation

I am finding that, in IM conversations, sarcasm is difficult to detect. And therefore, many more people take me seriously than would otherwise. (Some people manage to miss my sarcasm in real life as well, but in IM it's happening even more.) I'm not sure how to remedy this. Any suggestions?

Back to Elementary School

This morning, I found myself transported back to third grade. I realized as I left my house, I was armed with my poster for my class, a backpack and my lunch. I was wearing a sweatshirt (my Alabama nostalgia sweatshirt) and denim. And I was heading to the bus stop. And people say 28 is old.

Arts and Crafts...

AKA My Homework.

I had to make a poster for class. I'm not sure my professor meant it to turn out the way it did, but I had fun :)

LOTD - Ironic

The lyrics of the day are representative of my life today, very apropos.

Ironic
Alanis Morissette

An old man turned ninety-eight
He won the lottery and died the next day
It's a black fly in your Chardonnay
It's a death row pardon two minutes too late
Isn't it ironic ... don't you think
Chorus

It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
Who would've thought ... it figures

Mr. Play It Safe was afraid to fly
He packed his suitcase and kissed his kids good-bye
He waited his whole damn life to take that flight
And as the plane crashed down he thought
'Well isn't this nice...'
And isn't it ironic ... don't you think
Repeat Chorus


Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
When you think everything's okay and everything's going right
And life has a funny way of helping you out when
You think everything's gone wrong and everything blows up
In your face

It's a traffic jam when you're already late
It's a no-smoking sign on your cigarette break
It's like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife
It's meeting the man of my dreams
And then meeting his beautiful wife
And isn't it ironic... don't you think
A little too ironic... and yeah I really do think...
Repeat Chorus


Life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
Life has a funny, funny way of helping you out
Helping you out

Scared Once Again

You know those moments people talk about where their life flashes before their eyes? Well, it wasn't quite that dramatic, but I just had one of those. A filing cabinet in my office almost just tumbled over on me. It was quite scary. Now I'm afraid to go near it. So much for having overcome my fears.

Overcoming Fears

Jack recently posted about the things that scare him. When reading it, I realized that I don't think about that stuff too much, I honestly couldn't come up with a list of things that frighten me. I don't much like snakes and bugs, but I wouldn't say they scare me; I just try to avoid them. I'm just the type of person that doesn't dwell on being afraid of things, or worrying too terribly much. Maybe it's a part of being young; I'm not really sure.

One thing that did really frighten me, however, was driving in Manhattan. For the first year I lived here, I drove through Manhattan exactly once, and made a friend come with me. However, I proved to myself today that I have overcome that fear - I drove straight through Manhattan, and didn't even really think about being scared of it. No problemo. Yay! Fear conquered. I think it's time to go parasailing. Or maybe bungee jumping.

The Power of One

At the suggestion of a friend, I started reading "The Power of One." It's very well-written, which is quite a treat.

This was a fascinating passage, still not quite sure how I feel about it:

"Men, Peekay [the main character's name], are a good woman's downfall. Most of them are rotten, but you've got to have them anyway. Without a man a woman's life is more rotten than with one. It's no use pretending you don't care, that you're stronger than a man. Because even if it is true, it means nothing except loneliness. Men are pigs who sleep with kaffir [black - the story is set in South Africa] women and get drunk and beat you up. But a good beating never hurt, and soemtimes it's the only way those stupid men can show you they love you. It's stupid, heh?"

The day spent with the woman who made the statement was described as being "with a part of the human condition at its best."

LOL

Warning - while I'm not going to spoil it, this is a discussion of this past week's Grey's Anatomy (for Sarah, who I know hasn't yet seen it, since it's shown a few days later in Australia).

McDreamy's sister shows up and is not so nice. Meredith makes a comment to McDreamy about that. His response? "Sorry, it's just...she's from the East Coast."

LOL.

Blog Stalking

The day has been filled with conversation of blog- and Google-stalking. I have to admit to enjoy the pasttime. And while I admit that I find it a little weird when someone has me as the target of their stalking, I can at least understand it. The Internet, while such an amazing device that I don't know how to live without (for school, of course), also makes it quite difficult to hide. Who have you Blog- and/or Google-stalked?

Ok, back to my boring night in (but at least it's filled with Grey's Anatomy (thanks Dad!) and sparkly nail polish).

Good Night and Good Luck

It's been a long, really intense day. I didn't get enough sleep last night. I didn't finish my homework for class. I led our group counseling session at school tonight, and did a good job, I think. May write more about that one at a later date. And by later, I mean a much earlier time of day. It scared me tonight to realize, when I was coming home pretty late from school, with lots of people on my bus that I wouldn't really want to be stuck alone with, that no one would really know if I didn't make it home okay. I hope that changes soon.

Sparkles

This morning, while getting dressed, listening to the dreary rain pitter patter on the roof of my attic apartment, I decided to add glitter to my eyes in order to attempt to brighten my face, if not my spirits. The minute one of my co-workers saw me this morning, she asked me whether I put on my sparkles in order to uplift my mood. My co-workers have me down pretty well.

LOTD

I love my Counting Crows, but this morning I'm feeling a different Crows - The Black Crowes. Here's "She Talks to Angels"

She never mentions the word addiction
In certain company
Yes, shell tell you shes an orphan
After you meet her family

She paints her eyes as black as night, now
Pulls those shades down tight
Yeah, she gives a smile when the pain comes,
The pains gonna make everything alright

Says she talks to angels,
They call her out by her name
She talks to angels,
Says they call her out by her name

She keeps a lock of hair in her pocket
She wears a cross around her neck
Yes, the hair is from a little boy
And the cross is someone she has not met, not yet

Says she talks to angels,
Says they all know her name
Oh yeah, she talks to angels,
Says they call her out by her name

She dont know no lover,
None that I ever seen
Yes, to her that aint nothing
But to me, yeah me,
Its everything

She paints her eyes as black as night now
She pulls those shades down tight
Oh yeah, theres a smile when the pain comes,
The pains gonna make everything alright, alright yeah

She talks to angels,
Says they call her out by her name
Oh yeah, yeah, angels
Call her out by her name
Oh, angels
They call her out by her name
Oh, she talks to angels
They call her out
Yeah, they call her out
Dont you know that they call her out by her name