*grinn*
whoa, life...
thanks.
this new LTJ is hot.
so, it's monday. it's raining. and overcast. the aroma of fresh brewed coffee wafts up from the white porcelain mug to my right. there's one tree outside my window. the leaves are blazing with red and orange. reminds me of a tapestry i saw once. all the other trees have no leaves, naked branches exposed to the winter's ways. these leaves tho, even in the wind, still cling tenaciously to the branches of the tree. refusing. holding on.
don't you know the only way to fly is to let go of the ground?
this week will be a welcome repite fromthe relentless torrent of schoolwork that i have been dilligently neglecting. favoring instead to channel this emotional energy into more artistic conduits.
like music and lyrics.
being sad (emo) may not be much fun, but it sure makes for good inspiration. i wish i had more time to devote to making music. either with Michael, Ron, Jeff and Jeremy. Kent. or Ronnie. Musashi said that a master holds the brush and the sword the same...maybe a drumstick will suffice. i can't paint.
Jeff and i saw Makoto thursday night @ the Mark. wow. so good. jazz and Dn'B go so well together. Surrounded by hype beats and smooth melodies, I danced my happy ass off (again), and battled a cat who teaches breakin classes in Powder Springs on mondays. didn't drink at all, and finally had enough of the bullshit. i'm done.
Athens was refreshing. and exciting. and... yeah... i like.
spending time with Paige, Ronnie, and Rene reminded me alot of being back in NY. I think about Oswego, must be the college town feeling. We can just be with no pretense. I miss my friends and feel kind bad about not staying in close contact... but hey, that's what the facebook is for right?
i feel like i'm breathing again. finally. i can let loose and be me again, not hold it in.
be cool.
ice cold.
...
Happy Thanksgiving everyone.
thanks.
this new LTJ is hot.
so, it's monday. it's raining. and overcast. the aroma of fresh brewed coffee wafts up from the white porcelain mug to my right. there's one tree outside my window. the leaves are blazing with red and orange. reminds me of a tapestry i saw once. all the other trees have no leaves, naked branches exposed to the winter's ways. these leaves tho, even in the wind, still cling tenaciously to the branches of the tree. refusing. holding on.
don't you know the only way to fly is to let go of the ground?
this week will be a welcome repite fromthe relentless torrent of schoolwork that i have been dilligently neglecting. favoring instead to channel this emotional energy into more artistic conduits.
like music and lyrics.
being sad (emo) may not be much fun, but it sure makes for good inspiration. i wish i had more time to devote to making music. either with Michael, Ron, Jeff and Jeremy. Kent. or Ronnie. Musashi said that a master holds the brush and the sword the same...maybe a drumstick will suffice. i can't paint.
Jeff and i saw Makoto thursday night @ the Mark. wow. so good. jazz and Dn'B go so well together. Surrounded by hype beats and smooth melodies, I danced my happy ass off (again), and battled a cat who teaches breakin classes in Powder Springs on mondays. didn't drink at all, and finally had enough of the bullshit. i'm done.
Athens was refreshing. and exciting. and... yeah... i like.
spending time with Paige, Ronnie, and Rene reminded me alot of being back in NY. I think about Oswego, must be the college town feeling. We can just be with no pretense. I miss my friends and feel kind bad about not staying in close contact... but hey, that's what the facebook is for right?
i feel like i'm breathing again. finally. i can let loose and be me again, not hold it in.
be cool.
ice cold.
...
Happy Thanksgiving everyone.