There you are, like a spider in the corner
Monday:
That's me right there. Always the chick just sitting there sipping tea like nothing's gone by. At least if everything falls apart, I'll get a chance to run away...which is always fun, right? I don't know, I'm so confused. But the tea's good.
I played tennis with 5 friends today. It was good. My diaphragm and leg muscles hurt afterwards... Laughing while you run about is the way to do it. For some reason, I've noticed that talking to boys is so jocund. They really don't recognize any ramifications of conversations. It's all laughs to them. It's sort of funny in a quaint way. Haha, no wonder they think we're difficult. :P Also, the fact that the girls doubles team beat the boys one was fun stuffs. ^^ Hopefully talking to them about that can help remedy a monday.
I've been art journaling a bunch lately. Winter...just it being winter, inspires me. It's cold, beautiful, still, harsh, and raw. (Well not as raw and sweaty as summer, but still.) And I like celebrating this cold harshness by listening to music that draws out images of it, not these silly carols. They're too happy for the season...well, except for those ones that are just beautiful. (O Holy Night comes to mind) Anyways, I'll post the journal pages I've done sooner or later.
I just finished watching the first part of a BBC documentary called "The Century of the Self" on Google Video. It makes me want to study psychology and psychoanalysis. Not like watching Ingrid Bergman in "Spellbound" list off Freud theory after Freud theory wasn't enough to convince me... Ugh, I'm fascinated.
Katrina
Ps- I want to visit Russia. I also want to get a fur hat. These desires have no relation to one another, oddly enough.
That's me right there. Always the chick just sitting there sipping tea like nothing's gone by. At least if everything falls apart, I'll get a chance to run away...which is always fun, right? I don't know, I'm so confused. But the tea's good.
I played tennis with 5 friends today. It was good. My diaphragm and leg muscles hurt afterwards... Laughing while you run about is the way to do it. For some reason, I've noticed that talking to boys is so jocund. They really don't recognize any ramifications of conversations. It's all laughs to them. It's sort of funny in a quaint way. Haha, no wonder they think we're difficult. :P Also, the fact that the girls doubles team beat the boys one was fun stuffs. ^^ Hopefully talking to them about that can help remedy a monday.
I've been art journaling a bunch lately. Winter...just it being winter, inspires me. It's cold, beautiful, still, harsh, and raw. (Well not as raw and sweaty as summer, but still.) And I like celebrating this cold harshness by listening to music that draws out images of it, not these silly carols. They're too happy for the season...well, except for those ones that are just beautiful. (O Holy Night comes to mind) Anyways, I'll post the journal pages I've done sooner or later.
I just finished watching the first part of a BBC documentary called "The Century of the Self" on Google Video. It makes me want to study psychology and psychoanalysis. Not like watching Ingrid Bergman in "Spellbound" list off Freud theory after Freud theory wasn't enough to convince me... Ugh, I'm fascinated.
Katrina
Ps- I want to visit Russia. I also want to get a fur hat. These desires have no relation to one another, oddly enough.