Where am I?????
So...apparently, according to my info page I haven't updated in 19 weeks. WWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWW. That kind of makes me feel good though, to know that my priorities aren't as badly screwed up as I thought they were.
THIS IS EXACTLY EXACTLY EXACTLY HOW I FEEL:
" Somehow to find a still spot in the noise
Was the frayed inner want, the winding, the frayed hope
Whose tatters he kept hunting through the din.
A satin peace somewhere.
A room of wily hush somewhere within.
So tipping down the scrambled halls he set
Vague hands on throbbing knobs. There were behind
Only spiraling, high human voices,
The screams of nervous affairs,
wee griefs,
Grand griefs. And choices.
He feared most of all the choices, that cried to be taken.
There were no bourns.
There were no quiet rooms."
- Gwendolyn Brooks
If that poem were a man....I would marry him over John Mayer. I KNOW~ that is intense.
Oh by the way...since 19 weeks of my life have slipped by unrecorded...I did attend a John-the-Mayor concert about a month ago. Um...he's about a trillion times better live. I don't even like listening to his CD's anymore...they're just disappointing. He was with Pino Paladino and Charlie Sexton and this ridiculous, ridiculous drummer...man, i forgot his name...it's sort of a plain name. Anyway, the talent was stifling...in a very good, desirable way. Still, I cried the next day while I was trying to practice guitar, because I felt so defeated just knowing how good someone could be on a guitar...and how unattainable that really is. I mean, it's not impossible, but for me it just yelled "SIT DOWN AND SHUT UP."
I really should be writing better than this. I think since I'm secluding myself from the entire world, I'm losing my personality....I'm becoming a rock.
I look like a rock.
I really am quite a mess. I have no idea how it got to be like this....
"Can you hear my feeble voice, Can you see the simple pleas in my eyes, Can you hear my desperate cry? Will you be the wings I long for tonight? Can I fly? Can I fly?" -me
On a lighter note...DON'T YOU THINK THE COOL WEATHER IS SOOOOO ROMANTIC? i do.
Ok, Ok, I'm really almost done...BUT I have to tell about Halloween!
IT WAS SO SUPER FUN! I was a BUMBLE BEE....even though I really wanted to be a Pink Flamingo...
We (Dan, Devin, Heather, Malorey, and I) started kinda late...but One Highlands Place totally had our back. We got so much candy because we went at like 9 when everyone just wanted to get rid of all their candy. That's how it's done, folks...that's how it's done.
Well...if you're happy and you know it, clap your hands! *AND call my house and leave your very best seal impersonation on my answering machine. :)
DAN DOOHAN GETS ALL THE CREDIT FOR THIS ENTRY...IF IT WEREN'T FOR HIM....IT COULD HAVE BEEN 20 WEEKS OF SILENCE.
alrighty-whitey-tighties!
toodleloo. ;)
THIS IS EXACTLY EXACTLY EXACTLY HOW I FEEL:
" Somehow to find a still spot in the noise
Was the frayed inner want, the winding, the frayed hope
Whose tatters he kept hunting through the din.
A satin peace somewhere.
A room of wily hush somewhere within.
So tipping down the scrambled halls he set
Vague hands on throbbing knobs. There were behind
Only spiraling, high human voices,
The screams of nervous affairs,
wee griefs,
Grand griefs. And choices.
He feared most of all the choices, that cried to be taken.
There were no bourns.
There were no quiet rooms."
- Gwendolyn Brooks
If that poem were a man....I would marry him over John Mayer. I KNOW~ that is intense.
Oh by the way...since 19 weeks of my life have slipped by unrecorded...I did attend a John-the-Mayor concert about a month ago. Um...he's about a trillion times better live. I don't even like listening to his CD's anymore...they're just disappointing. He was with Pino Paladino and Charlie Sexton and this ridiculous, ridiculous drummer...man, i forgot his name...it's sort of a plain name. Anyway, the talent was stifling...in a very good, desirable way. Still, I cried the next day while I was trying to practice guitar, because I felt so defeated just knowing how good someone could be on a guitar...and how unattainable that really is. I mean, it's not impossible, but for me it just yelled "SIT DOWN AND SHUT UP."
I really should be writing better than this. I think since I'm secluding myself from the entire world, I'm losing my personality....I'm becoming a rock.
I look like a rock.
I really am quite a mess. I have no idea how it got to be like this....
"Can you hear my feeble voice, Can you see the simple pleas in my eyes, Can you hear my desperate cry? Will you be the wings I long for tonight? Can I fly? Can I fly?" -me
On a lighter note...DON'T YOU THINK THE COOL WEATHER IS SOOOOO ROMANTIC? i do.
Ok, Ok, I'm really almost done...BUT I have to tell about Halloween!
IT WAS SO SUPER FUN! I was a BUMBLE BEE....even though I really wanted to be a Pink Flamingo...
We (Dan, Devin, Heather, Malorey, and I) started kinda late...but One Highlands Place totally had our back. We got so much candy because we went at like 9 when everyone just wanted to get rid of all their candy. That's how it's done, folks...that's how it's done.
Well...if you're happy and you know it, clap your hands! *AND call my house and leave your very best seal impersonation on my answering machine. :)
DAN DOOHAN GETS ALL THE CREDIT FOR THIS ENTRY...IF IT WEREN'T FOR HIM....IT COULD HAVE BEEN 20 WEEKS OF SILENCE.
alrighty-whitey-tighties!
toodleloo. ;)