They say music can alter moods and talk to you
Rocky rollercoaster.
I watched Garden State today. Stayed home again because I suddenly felt very ill about an hour after waking up (aproximately 6.3 am), slept until 1.1 pm.
I finished reading the Dirty Secrets Club. It was good, probably made me laugh about as much as it urged me to keep reading. The development of the character and story is classical but well excicuted. Next up? The Piano Man's Daughter, probably. I'm not sure if I'm really in the mood for a depressing novel right now. Not to say it's depressing but it's a very spiritually guided sort of story from what I've read of it so far.
The main character speaks of his mother a lot while looking to figure out who his father is but I'm guessing there's a moment where it switches from him searching for his history to the present and his 'daughter'. Unless his daughter is some metaphoric things, aka his love of piano's and the music they can play.
I need to pick up a new sketch book. I need to break away from the style I've grown so accustom to drawing. Today, I really just wanted to slap my hands against a canvas, full of oil paint and just go at it. But I don't have a canvas or oil paints so... That urge went untreated. Also have had a large craving for sushi. Acid reflex is being quite prominent at the moment. I think it might be due to just drinking Ginger Ale today.
I really hate the computer right now but for some reason it feels like it's the only thing I can do. Maybe I should just write. Write & Write & Write & Write until my mind can't write anymore. I haven't done that in awhile. I also haven't locked myself up in my room to draw endlessly for hours but it's uncomfortable, there's no room and with all the art I have stacked up there, it's turning into the leaning tower of piza. The same thing is happeneing with my CD's too.
The XX, best purchase I've made in a long time. It's always so soothing, lulling me to sleep no matter how I feel. It's adaptable, well written, and simple. I love it.
I don't feel like doing anything. I wish I could just take a few weeks off of work but I'm afraid the notice would be too short. I have to save my holiday hours for the summer anyways. There's a car outside reving it's engine like crazy. It's fucking annoying.
I know it's cold and stuff but that sounds like more then a simple engine problem.
Sometimes I really wonder if I have to work these things out all on my own everytime. It's not like it's really anyone elses responsibility.
I just wish I didn't feel like vomiting so I could actually vent properly.
I watched Garden State today. Stayed home again because I suddenly felt very ill about an hour after waking up (aproximately 6.3 am), slept until 1.1 pm.
I finished reading the Dirty Secrets Club. It was good, probably made me laugh about as much as it urged me to keep reading. The development of the character and story is classical but well excicuted. Next up? The Piano Man's Daughter, probably. I'm not sure if I'm really in the mood for a depressing novel right now. Not to say it's depressing but it's a very spiritually guided sort of story from what I've read of it so far.
The main character speaks of his mother a lot while looking to figure out who his father is but I'm guessing there's a moment where it switches from him searching for his history to the present and his 'daughter'. Unless his daughter is some metaphoric things, aka his love of piano's and the music they can play.
I need to pick up a new sketch book. I need to break away from the style I've grown so accustom to drawing. Today, I really just wanted to slap my hands against a canvas, full of oil paint and just go at it. But I don't have a canvas or oil paints so... That urge went untreated. Also have had a large craving for sushi. Acid reflex is being quite prominent at the moment. I think it might be due to just drinking Ginger Ale today.
I really hate the computer right now but for some reason it feels like it's the only thing I can do. Maybe I should just write. Write & Write & Write & Write until my mind can't write anymore. I haven't done that in awhile. I also haven't locked myself up in my room to draw endlessly for hours but it's uncomfortable, there's no room and with all the art I have stacked up there, it's turning into the leaning tower of piza. The same thing is happeneing with my CD's too.
The XX, best purchase I've made in a long time. It's always so soothing, lulling me to sleep no matter how I feel. It's adaptable, well written, and simple. I love it.
I don't feel like doing anything. I wish I could just take a few weeks off of work but I'm afraid the notice would be too short. I have to save my holiday hours for the summer anyways. There's a car outside reving it's engine like crazy. It's fucking annoying.
I know it's cold and stuff but that sounds like more then a simple engine problem.
Sometimes I really wonder if I have to work these things out all on my own everytime. It's not like it's really anyone elses responsibility.
I just wish I didn't feel like vomiting so I could actually vent properly.