Thrown out into the night time nine lifetimes too soon
Reading through old lj entries is amusing. How one can be so different and have not changed at all? Doe eyed and quiet and starting to live again and again and again.
I miss pictures with color. I think I love colors more than things, so why am I still in black and white photography? I guess because it's just so damn artsy I can't refuse.
Hm, I think I've forgotten how to do this. This being writing lj entries. Balancing what I want to tell people and what is worth writing. What I can tell everyone versus what I'd have fun complaining to a few people about. All my recent entries are just 'So I should be writing this paper right now...' which would also apply to this entry, but procrastination on my part goes without saying at this point. It's just part of my image as a lazy slob who is always late. I guess it's endearing?
Sometimes I really miss the suburbs. I'd never want to go to a school in one, but it would be nice on a snowy day to see a more serene landscape instead of heavily salted sidewalks and that black mush that sticks to the sides of the roads. Last night I walked back to my dorm in the middle of the street and it felt really good.
It always makes me feel bad to live between two hospitals. There are always stressed friends and families of the patients standing outside stressed and upset and smoking. This right next to college kids laughing and smoking and talking about parties and shit. The other day I was walking back from class and there was a woman by the entrance to the children's hospital who was sobbing and everyone was just looking at her and she probably lost her child or something, but there were us college students clutching our backpacks and trying not to stare as we just worried about writing essays and what we were doing that weekend. It can make a person feel really useless.
I started a blog. I don't know where I'm going to go with it, but I did figure out how to post mp3's. The link is http://perpetualeyeroll.blogspot.com. There's really not much there yet. I'll start letting more people know about it after a few more entries, maybe.
Maybe if I write sleep a love song it will come to me. I should have asked it to be my valentine all of nearly two weeks ago.
Just a thought: Regardless of what is actually important, what do you spend most of your waking hours thinking about? What do you feel like you should be thinking about? Is there anything wrong if those aren't the same things?
I miss pictures with color. I think I love colors more than things, so why am I still in black and white photography? I guess because it's just so damn artsy I can't refuse.
Hm, I think I've forgotten how to do this. This being writing lj entries. Balancing what I want to tell people and what is worth writing. What I can tell everyone versus what I'd have fun complaining to a few people about. All my recent entries are just 'So I should be writing this paper right now...' which would also apply to this entry, but procrastination on my part goes without saying at this point. It's just part of my image as a lazy slob who is always late. I guess it's endearing?
Sometimes I really miss the suburbs. I'd never want to go to a school in one, but it would be nice on a snowy day to see a more serene landscape instead of heavily salted sidewalks and that black mush that sticks to the sides of the roads. Last night I walked back to my dorm in the middle of the street and it felt really good.
It always makes me feel bad to live between two hospitals. There are always stressed friends and families of the patients standing outside stressed and upset and smoking. This right next to college kids laughing and smoking and talking about parties and shit. The other day I was walking back from class and there was a woman by the entrance to the children's hospital who was sobbing and everyone was just looking at her and she probably lost her child or something, but there were us college students clutching our backpacks and trying not to stare as we just worried about writing essays and what we were doing that weekend. It can make a person feel really useless.
I started a blog. I don't know where I'm going to go with it, but I did figure out how to post mp3's. The link is http://perpetualeyeroll.blogspot.com. There's really not much there yet. I'll start letting more people know about it after a few more entries, maybe.
Maybe if I write sleep a love song it will come to me. I should have asked it to be my valentine all of nearly two weeks ago.
Just a thought: Regardless of what is actually important, what do you spend most of your waking hours thinking about? What do you feel like you should be thinking about? Is there anything wrong if those aren't the same things?