Jan 16, 2007 21:13
I would like to believe that no one really knows how I think, or what I think about. This is probably very far from the truth.
Today I cut off a lot of my hair. I meant to just make some of it a little bit more even but then I just kept going. And going. Which is ok, I guess, because I think I might like the way it turned out better than the way it was before.
Sometimes I think about posting real things that I write but I never really do that. Writing in a public place makes me feel really self conscious about what I write and how I write it. I'm always thinking about who might be reading this or who I would hope is reading this. I guess when it comes down to it I don't have as much confidence in my writing skills as I make myself out to. For a while last year Mr. Shaheen gave me some confidence but that slowly disappeared with time. Now I am probably more protective than ever about it.
Yesterday I was reminded of how much I like making mix tapes. And mix cd's too for that matter. I do not believe there is a person in the world who has spent as much time as I have putting thought into a mix for me as I have for them. I might be mistaken, but I do not think so. If I really care, I will put hours and hours into the exact composition making a story out of the music. I like making stories out of music it gives an extra layer of emotion to the music. I also have a tendency to analyze what songs are put on mixes for me even if I know that little or no effort was put into the actual composition.