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So I recaptured the essence of electronic beauty yesterday. I was oblivious to what festive onslaughts I would be subjected to this time around, but I was pleasently surprised. Yes they're just xmas lights, seems trivial compared to a Roman festival of violence or an unveiling of some controversial masterpeice, or some blossom that blooms once a century, but still...
If I had the option to go again I would. The atmosphere...surrounding yourself in complete darkness accompanyed by millions of colored lights...even discribing it seems ridiculous. But they craft their technique and hon their creativity in such a professional manner, it seems that the artifacts of light sprouted from the ground with the assistance of nature. Portions of it almost resemble the Night-lit parade hosted nightly at Disneyland.
Enough tho...its like a feeble injection of stimulants which render you a low self esteem and anti-stimuli after you recover from the high.
Today was an entire 24hrs. aborted...with no regrets or second thoughts/opinions. I managed to pull off my esteemed duties at a much later hour then usual, But I accomplished them and they are a finished product of productivity or whatever...I'm not going to go into great depths of what they were, but keep in mind they're nothing spectacular.
I vacuumed my room today...it was in desperate need for a deep cleansing anyways...tomorrow I will continue this task and complete everything else rendered for renovation.
God, I can make my entries sound so melodramatic and drama-queenish can't I? Meh, what are you gonna do?
I need to make vast improvments to my sleeping schedule. Need to disect the very squadron that's giving me the most trouble and eliminate it. Either modify my sleeping hours by offering less time to myself...or simply creating and maintaining routine like scedule...sorta regimental and what-not...but in any case I need to rearrange my life SOMEHOW.
My life cannot and will not progress like this. I wouldn't even classify it as progression, I'd label it as a limiting drudge of lax muscles and wasted time.
Treating time like a 99C store whore.
After the holidaze tho dammit, I'll include this new set of rules on the ol resolutions roster...see if I can commit to them like I commit myself to lethargic slavery and sloth-like materialism...
Recording something with Katie in it:)
I had to mute the sucker tho cause it's infused with bland and useless elements of hip-hop...have to maintain that gritty street portration...have to include rap in the various scenes of street decay and pestulance...cause you know ALL those rappers live in squalor and unlawful st. justice...*rolls eyes*
I'll just fast forward the scenes til I see Katie anyways...it's not my type of movie anyhow :P
Well, thats about it for now...
If I had the option to go again I would. The atmosphere...surrounding yourself in complete darkness accompanyed by millions of colored lights...even discribing it seems ridiculous. But they craft their technique and hon their creativity in such a professional manner, it seems that the artifacts of light sprouted from the ground with the assistance of nature. Portions of it almost resemble the Night-lit parade hosted nightly at Disneyland.
Enough tho...its like a feeble injection of stimulants which render you a low self esteem and anti-stimuli after you recover from the high.
Today was an entire 24hrs. aborted...with no regrets or second thoughts/opinions. I managed to pull off my esteemed duties at a much later hour then usual, But I accomplished them and they are a finished product of productivity or whatever...I'm not going to go into great depths of what they were, but keep in mind they're nothing spectacular.
I vacuumed my room today...it was in desperate need for a deep cleansing anyways...tomorrow I will continue this task and complete everything else rendered for renovation.
God, I can make my entries sound so melodramatic and drama-queenish can't I? Meh, what are you gonna do?
I need to make vast improvments to my sleeping schedule. Need to disect the very squadron that's giving me the most trouble and eliminate it. Either modify my sleeping hours by offering less time to myself...or simply creating and maintaining routine like scedule...sorta regimental and what-not...but in any case I need to rearrange my life SOMEHOW.
My life cannot and will not progress like this. I wouldn't even classify it as progression, I'd label it as a limiting drudge of lax muscles and wasted time.
Treating time like a 99C store whore.
After the holidaze tho dammit, I'll include this new set of rules on the ol resolutions roster...see if I can commit to them like I commit myself to lethargic slavery and sloth-like materialism...
Recording something with Katie in it:)
I had to mute the sucker tho cause it's infused with bland and useless elements of hip-hop...have to maintain that gritty street portration...have to include rap in the various scenes of street decay and pestulance...cause you know ALL those rappers live in squalor and unlawful st. justice...*rolls eyes*
I'll just fast forward the scenes til I see Katie anyways...it's not my type of movie anyhow :P
Well, thats about it for now...