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I just cried after listening to a Rufus Wainwright song. I've heard it probably 20 times...yet for some reason it was so different this time. I rarely *ever* cry from music or films. I feel strange. I feel overly contemplative. I feel funny.
I guess getting so caught up in such trivial things like homework, day-to-day frustrations, school in general, and simple family troubles tends to surface every now and then. It really makes me see how important certain things are and forces me to re-sort my priorities, my values. Spending my precious time on *real* treasures-my close family that remains inseparable though thousands of miles away, my friends and what their lives bring to my own, my puppy-she is giggles and happiness wrapped up in such a tiny package and I couldn't imagine having any other, my music which seems to provide a soundtrack to my life more than anything, the simple comforts of home, both familiarity and change, my passions and strengths, my youth and weaknesses. I dunno, maybe all of this sounds forced and cheesy, but every now and then it all just catches up with me. Autopilot can be a very startling and overwhelming concept to me and it has begun to show itself more and more lately. I just don't want to lose the ability to recognize all of these things. They're important and I seldomly take the time to sit and recover from the daily excess that emerges again and again.
I'm glad I had a chance to have a good, long chat with Hannah tonight. I seem to talk very naturally with her, almost like thinking out loud. Occasionally it's quite comforting.
I hope Cwyk can play tomorrow, we all miss being with her.
I think this will turn out to be a better year than imagined.
Pretty moon.
I guess getting so caught up in such trivial things like homework, day-to-day frustrations, school in general, and simple family troubles tends to surface every now and then. It really makes me see how important certain things are and forces me to re-sort my priorities, my values. Spending my precious time on *real* treasures-my close family that remains inseparable though thousands of miles away, my friends and what their lives bring to my own, my puppy-she is giggles and happiness wrapped up in such a tiny package and I couldn't imagine having any other, my music which seems to provide a soundtrack to my life more than anything, the simple comforts of home, both familiarity and change, my passions and strengths, my youth and weaknesses. I dunno, maybe all of this sounds forced and cheesy, but every now and then it all just catches up with me. Autopilot can be a very startling and overwhelming concept to me and it has begun to show itself more and more lately. I just don't want to lose the ability to recognize all of these things. They're important and I seldomly take the time to sit and recover from the daily excess that emerges again and again.
I'm glad I had a chance to have a good, long chat with Hannah tonight. I seem to talk very naturally with her, almost like thinking out loud. Occasionally it's quite comforting.
I hope Cwyk can play tomorrow, we all miss being with her.
I think this will turn out to be a better year than imagined.
Pretty moon.