sometimes ya win, sometimes ya lose, sometimes the Blues got a hold on you
So much to tell you guys! Just not enough time! And not nearly enough sleep
First off, my first Jazz Concert is Friday.
And you won't even guess what. Guess! GUESS WHO'S TAKING AN EIGHT-BAR IMPROVISED SOLO, BB'S. *hides self behind cello* I really don't want to, but my teacher keeps being all derp-happy whenever I play a solo ("That SOUND! JAZZ CELLO!" O_O <3) So yeah. Can't even believe this XD
And then the next morning, I gotta wake up nice and early for the SATS. Fuck yeah! XD
I'm halfway through Catcher in the Rye and I absolutely LOVE it. It's probably the best novel I've ever read, right after Oscar Wilde's The Picture of Dorian Gray, of course. <3
Salinger writes so wonderfully. I don't care what people say about the swearing, I think it makes the book flow so beautifully and Caulfield's thoughts are just so realistic. I love everything about it. Don't want it to end. The people who hate that book just can't seem to get past his use of profanities, and it pisses me off. I think Stephen Fry needs to give them a lecture...
Click to viewUgh, gotta return De Profundis (also by Wilde <3) tomorrow, but I barely got to read any of it! D:
I was just skimming it during chemistry review (I have a 98 average in that class, think I get it by now) and I found a few quotes that "just kill me," as Holden Caulfield says.
Oscar Wilde being terribly modest (and then seriously, terribly modest):
The gods had given me almost everything. I had genius, a distinguished name, high social position, brilliancy, intellectual daring; I made art a philosophy and philosophy an art: I altered the minds of men and the colours of things; there was nothing I said or did that did not make people wonder. I took the drama, the most objective form known to art, and made it as personal a mode of expression as the lyric or sonnet... whatever I touched, I made beautiful in a new mode of beauty: to truth itself I gave what is false no less than what is true as its rightful province, and showed that the false and the true are merely forms of intellectual existence. I treated art as the supreme reality and life as a mere mode of fiction. I awoke the imagination of my century so that it created myth and legend around me....
Along with these things I had things that were different. But I let myself be lured into long spells of senseless and sensual ease. I amused myself with being a 'flaneur,' a dandy, a man of fashion... Desire, at the end, was a malady, or a madness, or both.... I forgot that every little action of the common day makes or unmakes character, and that therefor what one has done in the secret chamber on has some day to cry aloud on the house-tops. I ceased to be lord over myself. I was no longer the captain of my soul, and did not know it. I allowed pleasure to dominate me. I ended in horrible disgrace. There is only one thing for me now, absolute humility.
Ok, not the greatest quote in the letter, but I've got the biggest headache in the world and I gotta get to sleep XD
Oh, and for those still interested in the Jeith fic (called "Cold Showers") on who_slash, I really appreciate your patience! :S
OMGGGGG AND GUESS WHAT? GONNA SEE AVENUE Q ON BROADWAY IN TWO WEEKS! FUCK YEAH! 8D