The standing oak that reaches for the full moon over a prussian blue river...
There are so many things that I haven't done. I haven't posted in a long time. I haven't written or called anyone in a while. I haven't been able to land any sort of decent job. It's almost depressing to see how empty the past year has been.
So I'd much rather talk about the things I have done.
I've checked my email. Tried to write a few letters. I have found out that I am horrible at shopping for gifts. I never know which CDs, DVDs, or books someone already has. And I'm never sure if it's something they'd like or something I think they'd like.
I have put a deposit on an apartment and hope to move in July.
I have read The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe in Japanese. I've also read The Golden Compass and The Subtle Knife. And I've put The Amber Spyglass on hold since I needed a break from feeling like I was being preached at. I am planning to read it, though. I've also read Good Omens and very much enjoyed the humor. And I've started reading The Prisoner of Azkaban in Japanese as well. It's considerably easier than I had thought it would be.
I've written, although the result seems to be a poor explosion of too many underdeveloped ideas voiced with words too long covered in Sunday morning dust.
I've worked. And I've saved up some money for grad school in the hope that maybe I might find my niche there. I have also saved up enough to finally buy a cello as well as cello lessons. It's coming along fairly well, although I'm still an egg in the making.
And I have been bursting frustrated at the seams with untapped and overlooked potential. Passed over interview after interview. And I've been afraid that I've become a disappointment to those who know me. And I find myself feeling five years old again, in a world so incongruent with me.
But I have, for the most part, been smiling from day to day. And I will continue to do so. Because even if I am discontent, I am not by any means unhappy.
Much love.
So I'd much rather talk about the things I have done.
I've checked my email. Tried to write a few letters. I have found out that I am horrible at shopping for gifts. I never know which CDs, DVDs, or books someone already has. And I'm never sure if it's something they'd like or something I think they'd like.
I have put a deposit on an apartment and hope to move in July.
I have read The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe in Japanese. I've also read The Golden Compass and The Subtle Knife. And I've put The Amber Spyglass on hold since I needed a break from feeling like I was being preached at. I am planning to read it, though. I've also read Good Omens and very much enjoyed the humor. And I've started reading The Prisoner of Azkaban in Japanese as well. It's considerably easier than I had thought it would be.
I've written, although the result seems to be a poor explosion of too many underdeveloped ideas voiced with words too long covered in Sunday morning dust.
I've worked. And I've saved up some money for grad school in the hope that maybe I might find my niche there. I have also saved up enough to finally buy a cello as well as cello lessons. It's coming along fairly well, although I'm still an egg in the making.
And I have been bursting frustrated at the seams with untapped and overlooked potential. Passed over interview after interview. And I've been afraid that I've become a disappointment to those who know me. And I find myself feeling five years old again, in a world so incongruent with me.
But I have, for the most part, been smiling from day to day. And I will continue to do so. Because even if I am discontent, I am not by any means unhappy.
Much love.