I Eat Food Quite Violently.
[18:50] xxseverelyinsane: Hey. :] Whats going on?
[18:51] xheybrittanyy94x: waiting for my hair to dry since I don't feel like blow drying it so I can straighten it later. what about you? .
[18:51] xxseverelyinsane: Eating greasy potatochips that will later in life cause me to have a heart attack and die.
My week has not been the best, but thanks to an utterly amazing friend and my boyfriend, I've had help getting through it. The problems between my brother and I, and the problems between my mom and I, and the problems between the three of us all together have finally been put to rest for right now. I've finally found my mp3 player, and I'm incredibly thankful because for some reason I just went crazy without it. No, really, I really think that music can truly help someone feel better when they're down. Just so I can prove my little theory, I'm going to request some friends help me with this expierement. Maybe you an try it out for yourselves? :D
Try going without music for a full three weeks (if you're not all that crazy about music, feel free to replace it with movies or writing, or what ever hobby you have), and then see if things get seemingly worse or tougher for you. Then, when you get to listen to music again, it will never sound better ever again. Like when you get deprived from your boyfriend or girlfriend- their lips have never tasted so sweet.
Enough with the sappiness, yes? Its already making me miss Zach even more. DX
Anyways, I'm glad I found my mp3 player, because I've been so energetic lately. Without it I feel so lazy, and I never want to do anything. I'm a total bore-fest when I'm not listening to music on a daily basis, I assure you. Shit never happens. I'm also glad I got it back, because now I'm getting back into my writing. If I can't listen to music while I'm writing, I can't focus on it. and I have to write everything down in a notebook before hand, so I can have like a little structure of what I want the story to be about and when and how things are going to happen. even though pages start falling out after I've filled out the whole notebook, its my way of being organized. Hehe.
However, I still can't find the motivation to draw anymore. I drew a picture a picture today, but like usual, its not very detailed. I'm not sure if I even want to continue drawing anymore. I remember when I was younger and that was what I wanted to do for a career, but now I look more towards being a writer. I show more passion, it seems, in writing than I do in drawing. It hurts to think that, because I've always felt that my drawing was always the closest thing I had that could make me feel like I actually knew my father somewhat.
But at the same time, I'm hoping he would have been proud of me at the same time. Even though I hardly ever finish my stories.
Blah.
--R.