Oh my pineapple.
Livejournal... something I've not had time for in awhile. Well, I suppose I have time now. Let's see here.
I'm on what you would call sort of a spring break right now, but it's not really Spring yet. My mother graduated from Vermont College, she has her Masters now, yippity doo. I've recently picked up the guitar again, that's going well... my tongue is green, I had a lollipop. Music has, for the most part, taken over my life, as well as reading, writing and painting in between. We finished painting the backdrop in Stage Crew, which is awesome because that means I'll have more time to work on my altered book project. I'm practically broke right now, which isn't anything new but it sucks a lot because there's so many things I could be spending money on - concerts, film, hair dye, par exemple. Very lately, I've been conflicted about how I feel about people. And myself. For some reason these thoughts have forced me into attempting to overcompensate for my inadequacies and inefficiencies, and though I continue to disappoint myself, I am plowing onward, trying hopelessly to remain true to character.
Well, after that exhausting writing furor, I'm ready to settle down on the makeshift couch and play pretty lovesongs. Tata.
I'm on what you would call sort of a spring break right now, but it's not really Spring yet. My mother graduated from Vermont College, she has her Masters now, yippity doo. I've recently picked up the guitar again, that's going well... my tongue is green, I had a lollipop. Music has, for the most part, taken over my life, as well as reading, writing and painting in between. We finished painting the backdrop in Stage Crew, which is awesome because that means I'll have more time to work on my altered book project. I'm practically broke right now, which isn't anything new but it sucks a lot because there's so many things I could be spending money on - concerts, film, hair dye, par exemple. Very lately, I've been conflicted about how I feel about people. And myself. For some reason these thoughts have forced me into attempting to overcompensate for my inadequacies and inefficiencies, and though I continue to disappoint myself, I am plowing onward, trying hopelessly to remain true to character.
Well, after that exhausting writing furor, I'm ready to settle down on the makeshift couch and play pretty lovesongs. Tata.