Aug 24, 2009 11:16
Today, I woke up, and I felt really good. The sun was coming in the window, and it was a soft, white light. It was really peaceful. I felt that it was a good time to be a seventeen-year-old girl just waking up. I don't know how many more times I'll have one of those experiences. They're kind of slipping from me. Things are changing. But I don't really think about those kind of things too much. Changes. It's not me. I think about thinking about changes, and I get Neutral Milk Hotel songs stuck in my head, and I lay down in the soft light and waste the morning in the most satisfactory of ways.
I could've written a lot more on this, but then I got coffee and took a shower, and by that time, I didn't remember half of what I wanted to write, and the other half seemed stale.
This actually happens all the time. There are a lot of subjects that I want to write about, but by the end of the day, or in two days, or in a week, it's just not the same. Last week I was going to write about how I don't like myself very much, because I don't ever do things I could be proud of. writing music, for instance. But then I decided maybe I would write and record some music, so the old idea became obsolete. Then, I was going to write about how I finally recorded a demo for the first time in over a year, but the gusto of that wore off, too. It's still exciting, but all my ideas about how to write about it have condensed into one sentence that sums it up.
To sum up what has been up with me recently, as I have been offline: I've mostly been knitting, reading, gardening, watching some tv, playing Dark Cloud and Katamari. School starts on September 1st, and TMBG's new album comes out that day, too. That's basically it.
I don't know if I'm going to be able to go back and read everything posted since my last post. (in fact, I'm sure I won't.) To be blunt and tactless, if anyone wrote something that was meant for me to see prior to this, please bring it to my attention.
boring,
they might be giants,
songwriting,
pointless,
neutral milk hotel,
my boring life,
music,
the internet,
college,
writing,
school,
blah