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Wow. It has been FOREVER, since I have written! I feel like so much, yet nothing at the same time has happened. This year is culminating, which is a sad sad thing, but I know that I'll get to see people during summer, and sophomore
year will be here before I know it! I don't feel like reiterating the past few weeks......so boo on small talk.
I just have this craving to blab on and on about nothing really. Like I am glad that I decided when I was four that I wanted to be a ballet dancer. Having that initial goal at such an early age has really set me straight! I mean what do people want to be when they are four? Firemen, teachers, dancers, astronauts, actresses, doctors, etc. Things that really have value. There are the people that help human kind: firemen, teachers, doctors......and the people that want to put their mark on the world: artists and scientists. All the other crap is just stuff to get by....lawyers, bank tellers, politicians, CEOs, these are all vacuous paths that come from the consequences of living life. To be an artist is so fulfilling. It's rare that you can make a profit fiscally, but the real profit comes from the feeling of creation and uniqueness.
This month has been all about lyrics for me, for some reason:
"Oh these little protections how they fail to serve me
One forgotten phone call and I'm deflated
Oh these little defenses how they fail to comfort me
Your hand pulling away and I'm devastated
I can feel so unsexy for someone so beautiful
So unloved and for someone so fine
I can feel so boring for someone so interesting
So ignorant for someone of sound mind"
"I had a beautiful, beautiful time
The drives and the talks were amazing
The kind of friend I thought I'd never find
I had a beautiful, beautiful time
You have a beautiful, beautiful smile
The way it curls and collapses on your lips
When you touch me I shake like a child
It's late, I'm afraid you might leave
Cause sometimes it seems like
You still don't believe me
There's nothing I can do to concentrate
It's so distracting
Always thinking of you
So I expose and explain
And I meant everything I said
And it's moments like this
That repeat and replay in my head
When I'm laying in bed
It's a beautiful, beautiful time"
year will be here before I know it! I don't feel like reiterating the past few weeks......so boo on small talk.
I just have this craving to blab on and on about nothing really. Like I am glad that I decided when I was four that I wanted to be a ballet dancer. Having that initial goal at such an early age has really set me straight! I mean what do people want to be when they are four? Firemen, teachers, dancers, astronauts, actresses, doctors, etc. Things that really have value. There are the people that help human kind: firemen, teachers, doctors......and the people that want to put their mark on the world: artists and scientists. All the other crap is just stuff to get by....lawyers, bank tellers, politicians, CEOs, these are all vacuous paths that come from the consequences of living life. To be an artist is so fulfilling. It's rare that you can make a profit fiscally, but the real profit comes from the feeling of creation and uniqueness.
This month has been all about lyrics for me, for some reason:
"Oh these little protections how they fail to serve me
One forgotten phone call and I'm deflated
Oh these little defenses how they fail to comfort me
Your hand pulling away and I'm devastated
I can feel so unsexy for someone so beautiful
So unloved and for someone so fine
I can feel so boring for someone so interesting
So ignorant for someone of sound mind"
"I had a beautiful, beautiful time
The drives and the talks were amazing
The kind of friend I thought I'd never find
I had a beautiful, beautiful time
You have a beautiful, beautiful smile
The way it curls and collapses on your lips
When you touch me I shake like a child
It's late, I'm afraid you might leave
Cause sometimes it seems like
You still don't believe me
There's nothing I can do to concentrate
It's so distracting
Always thinking of you
So I expose and explain
And I meant everything I said
And it's moments like this
That repeat and replay in my head
When I'm laying in bed
It's a beautiful, beautiful time"