In my imagination
There is no complication
I dream about you all the time
In my mind a celebration
The sweetest of sensation
Thinking you could be mine

In my imagination
There is no hesitation
We walk together hand in hand
I'm dreaming
You fell in love with me
Like I'm in love with you
But dreaming's all I do
If only they'd come true

I should be so lucky
Lucky lucky lucky
I should be so lucky in love
I should be so lucky
Lucky lucky lucky
I should be so lucky in love

It's a crazy situationy
You always keep me waiting
Because its only make believe
And I would come a-running
To give you all my loving
If one day you would notice me

My heart is close to breaking
And I can't go on faking
The fantasy that you'll be mine
I'm dreaming
That you're in love with me
Like I'm in love with you
But dreaming's all I do
If only they'd come true

I should be so lucky
Lucky lucky lucky
I should be so lucky in love
I should be so lucky
Lucky lucky lucky
I should be so lucky in love

I should be so lucky (so lucky, so lucky)
I should be so lucky I, I (I, I)
I should be so lucky (so lucky, so lucky)
I should be so lucky
I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I

In my imagination
There is no hesitation
We walk together hand in hand
I'm dreaming
You fell in love with me
Like I'm in love with you
But dreaming's all I do
If only they'd come true

I should be so lucky
Lucky lucky lucky
I should be so lucky in love
I should be so lucky
Lucky lucky lucky
I should be so lucky in love

(Yes, I know it's horribly annoying. But it's the song that's been going through my head today. Want a recap of today's events? Here goes:
I was supposed to meet my classmates at the train station in Starnberg (about 5 miles from my home) at 11:20 today. We wanted to go to the Glyptothek (museum in Munich displaying castings of antique Greek and Roman statues) to prepare our Tuesday report in History class on the exhibits.
I got up at 10:35 and went to the bathroom for a shower. It was occupied. Apparently, my sister had had the same idea a few minutes before. I couldn't look at statues with greasy hair, however. So I had breakfast (which I had been prepared to skip) while I waited for her to come out.
At 10:55. I got somewhat impatient, banged on the bathroom door and asked her to please hurry up a bit. At 11:00, I was allowed entrance to the sacred hall of ablutions. I had one of my Lightspeed Showers^®, got dressed and hopped onto my scooter at 11:12, with a certain amount of panic. After all, my preferred means of transportation's maximum velocity was a mere 30 mph.
Only about a mile from my home, there seemed to have been an oil leak on the road, with fire engines clustered around it, blocking the road. Luckily, I knew of a detour. It took me 90 seconds and involved continuous disregarding of the speed limit. After that, my trip was quite uneventful, apart from the BMW with the Ingolstadt numberplate which overtook me and then slowed down to 20 mph for unfathomable reasons. I began to suspect an Illuminati plot.
At 11:23, I finally arrived and ran to the platform, just in time to watch the train I was supposed to catch disappear into the distance. Knowing that my parents would never allow me to get to Munich on my scooter, I waited for the next train, which arrived 20 minutes later. I got in, sat down, opened my copy of The Televisionary Oracle (a truly remarakable book, by the way) and read all the way to the Hauptbahnhof (Central Station), where I got off and began to walk to my destination, already preparing an apology for the delay.
As I patted my pockets, I noticed to my growing horror that my keyyring was gone. I must have dropped it on the train. I suppressed a scream, took out my wleet and looked intently at a scrap of paper which I had prepared for such occasions. It said "Don't Panic". I began to breathe normally again and ran to the nearest phone booth. Despite the Law of Narrative Obligation, I did not change into a superhero. I just called my dad.
Since he was shopping in Munich at the time, I had to call his cell phone. Goodbye, entrance money. He told me to go to the Lost & Found and register the loss, then call him again. The man there told me to call their service number if I wanted to register anything. I looked at the number he'd given me. Not toll free. Just great. I dug out another Euro and described my keyring in all its glory to the lady who answered. I also told her my name, address, telephone number, shoe size, whether I would like fries with that anyd anything else she asked me to.
My last money went into another call to my dad, asking him to pick me up somewhere. He did. As we drove home (it being 14:30 and my friends in all probability having gone home to watch football), he suggested the possibility of me having lost the keyring before getting on the train, and proposed that we search the station. Good idea. Arriving at the parking lot, I saw my scooter - with the keyring still hanging from the lock. And that, beauty and truth fans, is when that song latched onto my brain.
Whew. Long rant. I blame MegaTokyo. ;)
Another brief note: When I first wrote this rant, there was a brownout, and I had to reboot, losing all this wonderful information. It's a conspiracy, I know it. I shouldn't have given all that data about me over the phone. ;))