"It's just another manic Monday...I wish it was Sunday, my don't have to run day"
Mondays are the days I manage to scrape by by the skin of my teeth. Which is great, because it's more of an excuse not to brush my teeth. (haha, I do though. I just hate it.) I am allergic to doing homework over the weekends. This is partially because my natural state during this phase of my life is that of being nocturnal. So Mondays are rightfully horrifying for me.
My friend sent me a four disc compilation of songs he said I absolutely must hear. It was a pain to go through and type out the tracklisting for the entire set of CDs though. New Radiohead album, plenty Sufjan Stevens, and other random crap...bring it on. Eh, I pick through the nasty music to see if there are any gems. Music obsession status achieved!
On Sunday, I have my piano recital. Ughhhhh... I'm really nervous. That and I need to pin down time to work on my songs. There are always those nit picky parts that don't want to be perfected easily. At least I'm playing in all three of them (because I'm a senior), so by the end I won't be nervous at all.
Our English teacher told us to watch "Raisin in the Sun" when it was on TV tonight. It was really slow. *sigh* At least now I don't have to read the book on it, eh?
Yesssss...Next week we have thursday and friday off for some seminar our church/school's campus is hosting. It rocks, really. :P So my friend is going to host a big ol' movie marathon on that Friday! Wheee... Some other friends insisted we see Nightmare Before Christmas, then we must show them Reduced Shakespeare and Little Shop of Horrors. We're going to watch the Rutles in there too, so I'm burning her a CD so she can listen to it without popping in the DVD. :P
I really want to be a nineteenth century writer. It's a crying shame that I can't be. Believe in yourself and you can be whatever you want to be? Um...preschool, you lie. Either way, whatever I will become when I'm older, I'll still be the laughing artist, guffawing over the rich and "cultured" and their quests to somehow become one of us. Haha, I saw that picture played out well in a movie I saw about Chopin from the 80s. I can't recall the name right off, but it still goes to prove my point. Lol, and in the movie, the artists invited to the rich estate even put on a puppet show mocking their rich hosts! Oh...I love it. That analogy has been rolling through my head a lot recently for some reason.
Have you ever thought about people's thoughts besides your own? For instance, when I'm driving, I'll wonder what the person driving near me is thinking. That or anywhere else, really. I've noticed that there's a sort of person that I can't imagine any thoughts being in their head. This realization hits me and then I attempt again to imagine *anything* at all going on in their thought processes other then menial things like "merge now" or "I wonder what's for dinner". Do people actually wean creativity and imagination out of them? No WONDER people want to become children again!! I've always been sick of that plea, partly because you can change how you go about life so that you do so in a more playful, whimsical way.
Katrina
Ps- Keep on keepin' on...
Pps- I've found myself more of a brazen, sarcastic individual lately. Probably in order to overcome how monotonous and irksome life has been to me lately. Hey, it works for the British, ok?
My friend sent me a four disc compilation of songs he said I absolutely must hear. It was a pain to go through and type out the tracklisting for the entire set of CDs though. New Radiohead album, plenty Sufjan Stevens, and other random crap...bring it on. Eh, I pick through the nasty music to see if there are any gems. Music obsession status achieved!
On Sunday, I have my piano recital. Ughhhhh... I'm really nervous. That and I need to pin down time to work on my songs. There are always those nit picky parts that don't want to be perfected easily. At least I'm playing in all three of them (because I'm a senior), so by the end I won't be nervous at all.
Our English teacher told us to watch "Raisin in the Sun" when it was on TV tonight. It was really slow. *sigh* At least now I don't have to read the book on it, eh?
Yesssss...Next week we have thursday and friday off for some seminar our church/school's campus is hosting. It rocks, really. :P So my friend is going to host a big ol' movie marathon on that Friday! Wheee... Some other friends insisted we see Nightmare Before Christmas, then we must show them Reduced Shakespeare and Little Shop of Horrors. We're going to watch the Rutles in there too, so I'm burning her a CD so she can listen to it without popping in the DVD. :P
I really want to be a nineteenth century writer. It's a crying shame that I can't be. Believe in yourself and you can be whatever you want to be? Um...preschool, you lie. Either way, whatever I will become when I'm older, I'll still be the laughing artist, guffawing over the rich and "cultured" and their quests to somehow become one of us. Haha, I saw that picture played out well in a movie I saw about Chopin from the 80s. I can't recall the name right off, but it still goes to prove my point. Lol, and in the movie, the artists invited to the rich estate even put on a puppet show mocking their rich hosts! Oh...I love it. That analogy has been rolling through my head a lot recently for some reason.
Have you ever thought about people's thoughts besides your own? For instance, when I'm driving, I'll wonder what the person driving near me is thinking. That or anywhere else, really. I've noticed that there's a sort of person that I can't imagine any thoughts being in their head. This realization hits me and then I attempt again to imagine *anything* at all going on in their thought processes other then menial things like "merge now" or "I wonder what's for dinner". Do people actually wean creativity and imagination out of them? No WONDER people want to become children again!! I've always been sick of that plea, partly because you can change how you go about life so that you do so in a more playful, whimsical way.
Katrina
Ps- Keep on keepin' on...
Pps- I've found myself more of a brazen, sarcastic individual lately. Probably in order to overcome how monotonous and irksome life has been to me lately. Hey, it works for the British, ok?