When I saw it in theatres it was in my mind for monthes.
So, it's really late and I'm not too sleepy and I feel like posting, I have no idea why, but I do.
It's odd to be back here in front of this post screen but, whatever.
I guess, I just feel like I need some sort of outlet for my feelings..uh... duh.
Staring, at my lj icon, it dates me so much in my own mind. I've changed so much from that person, in so many superficial ways, but I find that I'll always come back to this same core person. Things I love and don't want to let go of, like letting go of them would be letting go of me. I know I'm very vague but that's just how I roll in these posts so deal with it. These posts are attempts of delving in to my own mind and what really goes on there. The result is word vomit, basically.
I really need to get back to playing instruments and attempting to make music, but it's so much like taking a bath, when i was a child. I don't know how many of you can relate to this, but it's something that I didn't want to do when I was younger (took away from precious playing time), but once I started I found the experience soothing and (of course) refreshing. Something to really balance me out, I guess. Now, don't take this little trip down memory lane as que to think that I was some hobo of a child. Sadly, my parents didn't like me looking like a vagrant so many forced bathings did occur. Anyway, to the point at hand, it's something that really clears my mind and then there's nothing else there but me and the instrument (and as much as typing this makes me want to vomit) the "rhythym". I feel like if I don't persue it then I'm going to regret it for the rest of my life, but the other part of me thinks it wont lead to much of anything anyway. I mean who really makes it doing what they love, especially when it's music. But, then again I could just have fun doing it, but there are so many other things to waste my time with.
Then, there's also so many other things on my mind, I think there is a lot of my family in me that I fight daily, as a personal demon. Like there was any way to get out of that house unscathed (fake boisterous laugh).
God, I just watched The Last Kiss... yet I feel led to do so again.
It's odd to be back here in front of this post screen but, whatever.
I guess, I just feel like I need some sort of outlet for my feelings..uh... duh.
Staring, at my lj icon, it dates me so much in my own mind. I've changed so much from that person, in so many superficial ways, but I find that I'll always come back to this same core person. Things I love and don't want to let go of, like letting go of them would be letting go of me. I know I'm very vague but that's just how I roll in these posts so deal with it. These posts are attempts of delving in to my own mind and what really goes on there. The result is word vomit, basically.
I really need to get back to playing instruments and attempting to make music, but it's so much like taking a bath, when i was a child. I don't know how many of you can relate to this, but it's something that I didn't want to do when I was younger (took away from precious playing time), but once I started I found the experience soothing and (of course) refreshing. Something to really balance me out, I guess. Now, don't take this little trip down memory lane as que to think that I was some hobo of a child. Sadly, my parents didn't like me looking like a vagrant so many forced bathings did occur. Anyway, to the point at hand, it's something that really clears my mind and then there's nothing else there but me and the instrument (and as much as typing this makes me want to vomit) the "rhythym". I feel like if I don't persue it then I'm going to regret it for the rest of my life, but the other part of me thinks it wont lead to much of anything anyway. I mean who really makes it doing what they love, especially when it's music. But, then again I could just have fun doing it, but there are so many other things to waste my time with.
Then, there's also so many other things on my mind, I think there is a lot of my family in me that I fight daily, as a personal demon. Like there was any way to get out of that house unscathed (fake boisterous laugh).
God, I just watched The Last Kiss... yet I feel led to do so again.