Life in General
I can't wait for my voice to get better. I'm looking forward to singing "Cry Me a River" so bad.....
I feel so lonely now, sitting solitary here in my dorm. I resisted the urge to follow Mrs Amy and my mother to see them off when they left...I'm not certain as to whether the ache of parting was lessened or greatened by such a direct cut from their presence. I'm generally aloof; I don't mind being alone, and sometimes I relish it. But human conversation keeps me from true hermitage. I couldn't live without it, much in the same way as I cannot live without music. I do everything to music: dishes, cooking, etc. I'm certain that at this point in my life, my mother would find it strange if I wasn't singing along and dancing to the radio or a CD as I cook. Music helps to ease the transition from the warmth of company to the cool caress of self-imposed confinement; from the dulcet tones of Ella Fitzgerald and Lady Day to the rocking rhythms of Def Leppard and Gorrilaz I listen, and find reprieve from the pain. I 'pologise for the depth, but sometimes I need a written outlet for the swell of emotion, and Ifind it here best. It's either here or poetry, and I'n not quite in a poetry state of mind right now.
On a positive note, I was inspired to lay background for an older novel concept of mine that I have not worked on for quite some time. Sadly, work on the fic is stalled for the time being, because a) I haz midterms, and b) I need to watch some eps to make sure I have a good-enough feel for the characters. I refuse to write any more for it until I'm completely confident for the next update.
I feel so lonely now, sitting solitary here in my dorm. I resisted the urge to follow Mrs Amy and my mother to see them off when they left...I'm not certain as to whether the ache of parting was lessened or greatened by such a direct cut from their presence. I'm generally aloof; I don't mind being alone, and sometimes I relish it. But human conversation keeps me from true hermitage. I couldn't live without it, much in the same way as I cannot live without music. I do everything to music: dishes, cooking, etc. I'm certain that at this point in my life, my mother would find it strange if I wasn't singing along and dancing to the radio or a CD as I cook. Music helps to ease the transition from the warmth of company to the cool caress of self-imposed confinement; from the dulcet tones of Ella Fitzgerald and Lady Day to the rocking rhythms of Def Leppard and Gorrilaz I listen, and find reprieve from the pain. I 'pologise for the depth, but sometimes I need a written outlet for the swell of emotion, and Ifind it here best. It's either here or poetry, and I'n not quite in a poetry state of mind right now.
On a positive note, I was inspired to lay background for an older novel concept of mine that I have not worked on for quite some time. Sadly, work on the fic is stalled for the time being, because a) I haz midterms, and b) I need to watch some eps to make sure I have a good-enough feel for the characters. I refuse to write any more for it until I'm completely confident for the next update.