I wish I was on an island right now...mean Davey.
Okok, school starts tomorrow, but since I am a being incapable of stress, I'm just going to post another LJ entry while Jane Eyre sits idly next to my laptop and my essay goes unwritten. Whatever.
I realized something when I was listening to this modern church music crap. I can't focus during that kind of music because it's...not divine. If I'm having some sort of heavenly encounter, It'd definitely be to some sort of music that overwhelms me, instead of irking my inner musician. I mean, I understand and can poke holes backward and forward into that genre of music. It's not the glory that say, hymns hit me with. That is why Christmas didn't seem as splendid, I bet. I didn't hear any spectacular carols or go see the Nutcracker ballet like I did the previous year. And just walking into one of those grand cathedrals in Europe makes my eyes light up. Ha, or under a sky full of stars for that matter. I don't think regular church services are conducive to the fact that God is kind of...well, supernatural. I need something to hammer that point into my brain so there's no way to mess with it. Another thing I realized was a bit more on the random side, but still. When the slides for the words messed up or the guy doing the drums started on the wrong beat, it made me smile. Not in some cruel hatred, but in an appreciation that humans mess up. Why can't all the mistakes that we make just make us stop, smile, then correct it like that?
And also, Jane Eyre has been good as of my recent readings. It pays to know how to read French. I didn't realize it would help so much. :P Ha, and it makes me appreciate how much more I like myself when I'm fully ensconced by a book. It's like the feel of the book just wraps around my world and makes it an adventure again. Jane Eyre's now getting to me like that. But when I read a truly inspiring book, my inner monologue has marked improvements of vocabulary and I analyze the real world's characters, plots, and themes much more. My themes as of recent are probably glasses, ravens, the anatomical human heart, the skeleton, and clouds. Oh, and laugher. That's always a prominent theme in my life. :P But recently recently, I've added a new one. That would be the theme of metal. Really, the grey colour, it's coldness, and severe look against the slimy flesh of innards... It's so awkward looking and sends that chill down your spine because it's cold, see. How that applies to me, you ask? Well, the grey of the clouds that I love, I always love the cold, and for where I am, I feel like I'm stuck with the awkwardness of the people surrounding me compared to the pure functions of the organ tissue of the mind. Plus, it's morbidly fascinating to think of metal implants in something as sacred as the mind. ^^
Have I mentioned how much this internet red underline thing combined with the inability to right click while making a post in Rich Text mode has improved my spelling quite a bit? :P Seriously, I needed help on some pretty stupid errors. Spelling's never been a forte of mine. I just...know the words and am good at guessing definitions from much practice within books and contexts. ^^
I've been formulating an intro post to
blackcigarette recently. I know. It's stupid how embarrassed I am. I know I'm more apt for the comm than some of the younger types that have been joining in the past few intro posts. But I hate trying to define myself into one post, sentence, motto, influence, whatever. I know they'll always be wrong. :P Maybe that's just because I keep reading different books, lol.
Another comm I've been wigging out about posting to is
jr__nal. I already posted there once, but only got one comment. :P And the post was dumb too, looking back. (ugh hindsight's the worst) When I ever find the time to scan my new journal pages for here, I'll just post all my pages on that comm. I really like how my journal's coming. I need more colour, though. I'll get something, I'm determined to, even if it does end up being food coloring or some old lipstick sample. (oo, both great ideas) I'm sure they'll be well liked at the comm. I'm actually more excited then shy now. ^^
The sky is dark grey, my mind is at play.
Clouds hang where they choose, my world is set loose.
Don't rush fate, 2008
Freedom will wait, soul: satiate!
Cold, mindless taskwork, Mind...elsewhere to lurk.
Procrastination, hindsight vexation.
Haha, yay spontaneous poetry that tells how my life's like right now. ^^
Katrina
I realized something when I was listening to this modern church music crap. I can't focus during that kind of music because it's...not divine. If I'm having some sort of heavenly encounter, It'd definitely be to some sort of music that overwhelms me, instead of irking my inner musician. I mean, I understand and can poke holes backward and forward into that genre of music. It's not the glory that say, hymns hit me with. That is why Christmas didn't seem as splendid, I bet. I didn't hear any spectacular carols or go see the Nutcracker ballet like I did the previous year. And just walking into one of those grand cathedrals in Europe makes my eyes light up. Ha, or under a sky full of stars for that matter. I don't think regular church services are conducive to the fact that God is kind of...well, supernatural. I need something to hammer that point into my brain so there's no way to mess with it. Another thing I realized was a bit more on the random side, but still. When the slides for the words messed up or the guy doing the drums started on the wrong beat, it made me smile. Not in some cruel hatred, but in an appreciation that humans mess up. Why can't all the mistakes that we make just make us stop, smile, then correct it like that?
And also, Jane Eyre has been good as of my recent readings. It pays to know how to read French. I didn't realize it would help so much. :P Ha, and it makes me appreciate how much more I like myself when I'm fully ensconced by a book. It's like the feel of the book just wraps around my world and makes it an adventure again. Jane Eyre's now getting to me like that. But when I read a truly inspiring book, my inner monologue has marked improvements of vocabulary and I analyze the real world's characters, plots, and themes much more. My themes as of recent are probably glasses, ravens, the anatomical human heart, the skeleton, and clouds. Oh, and laugher. That's always a prominent theme in my life. :P But recently recently, I've added a new one. That would be the theme of metal. Really, the grey colour, it's coldness, and severe look against the slimy flesh of innards... It's so awkward looking and sends that chill down your spine because it's cold, see. How that applies to me, you ask? Well, the grey of the clouds that I love, I always love the cold, and for where I am, I feel like I'm stuck with the awkwardness of the people surrounding me compared to the pure functions of the organ tissue of the mind. Plus, it's morbidly fascinating to think of metal implants in something as sacred as the mind. ^^
Have I mentioned how much this internet red underline thing combined with the inability to right click while making a post in Rich Text mode has improved my spelling quite a bit? :P Seriously, I needed help on some pretty stupid errors. Spelling's never been a forte of mine. I just...know the words and am good at guessing definitions from much practice within books and contexts. ^^
I've been formulating an intro post to
blackcigarette recently. I know. It's stupid how embarrassed I am. I know I'm more apt for the comm than some of the younger types that have been joining in the past few intro posts. But I hate trying to define myself into one post, sentence, motto, influence, whatever. I know they'll always be wrong. :P Maybe that's just because I keep reading different books, lol.
Another comm I've been wigging out about posting to is
jr__nal. I already posted there once, but only got one comment. :P And the post was dumb too, looking back. (ugh hindsight's the worst) When I ever find the time to scan my new journal pages for here, I'll just post all my pages on that comm. I really like how my journal's coming. I need more colour, though. I'll get something, I'm determined to, even if it does end up being food coloring or some old lipstick sample. (oo, both great ideas) I'm sure they'll be well liked at the comm. I'm actually more excited then shy now. ^^
The sky is dark grey, my mind is at play.
Clouds hang where they choose, my world is set loose.
Don't rush fate, 2008
Freedom will wait, soul: satiate!
Cold, mindless taskwork, Mind...elsewhere to lurk.
Procrastination, hindsight vexation.
Haha, yay spontaneous poetry that tells how my life's like right now. ^^
Katrina