Whatever Will Be Will Be...but there will be no blood.
I was going to post an entry filled with extremely negative emotions and sour grapes. But I find myself completely entranced and slightly happy. I'm sitting on a big, orange comfy chair and watching Blake play a star wars game demo on the Xbox Live. In the background, Claire is performing "Comptine d'un autre ete" from Amelie. It's one of my favorite songs (when Amelie finally gets the man of her dreams). It's absolutely beautiful and almost completely flawless. I want to record it on my cell phone and astound people with her talent. Before I knew it was her, I really thought it was Judah playing the Amelie soundtrack while on WOW (he's done that before). Her music is relaxing me and putting me in a very serene, happy state. I love Amelie. I really want to watch it right now, but Star Wars Demo is okay too. I really wish I could stick with a musical instrument; it would be incredibly therapeutic right now.
Above all, the rain is pounding in the background and the wind is screeching like a lonely ghost...similar to Casper. It hasn't stopped and it seems to affect the mood of everyone around. The night is very lackadaisical with a touch of sorrow. We're quiet and keep to ourselves, but there's something very sad about all of our demeanors. Or perhaps I am projecting my own feelings on the world. If that's the case, I'm okay with that. It's more fun to write when people are 3-Dimensional.
I have a few appointments tomorrow for possible jobs and I also get to shower. I hope something works out. I hope I live here and am surrounded with lovely people, with or without Jillianne. I want to have an experience and I realize now that I don't need to move out of state to get it. Don't get me wrong, I'm stilly applying for grad schools everywhere. But for now, I want to be here. It might be good for my soul, especially if I get a random roommate (who happens to be awesome). We'll see. Que sera sera.
Above all, the rain is pounding in the background and the wind is screeching like a lonely ghost...similar to Casper. It hasn't stopped and it seems to affect the mood of everyone around. The night is very lackadaisical with a touch of sorrow. We're quiet and keep to ourselves, but there's something very sad about all of our demeanors. Or perhaps I am projecting my own feelings on the world. If that's the case, I'm okay with that. It's more fun to write when people are 3-Dimensional.
I have a few appointments tomorrow for possible jobs and I also get to shower. I hope something works out. I hope I live here and am surrounded with lovely people, with or without Jillianne. I want to have an experience and I realize now that I don't need to move out of state to get it. Don't get me wrong, I'm stilly applying for grad schools everywhere. But for now, I want to be here. It might be good for my soul, especially if I get a random roommate (who happens to be awesome). We'll see. Que sera sera.