Music: Ben Harper - When She Believes - Diamonds on the Inside
Mood: Waiting for it to be so
I hate the winter.
Well, I don't actually hate it, as much as it makes me feel icky and depressed. Every song I've written for the past three weeks have been drop-d, minor key chord ballands and finger-picking laments.
Next week, we shall gather round the turkey and give thanks for what has been the most bizzare of years in recent memory. Character growth aside, so much has changed around us all, its a different game today than it was 11 months ago.
Understand that in a perfect situation, we would all be smiling. But we're not, and we won't, because of this 'pride' we carry on our sleeves. But we're resigned to making it work, regardless of who gets hurt in the process. I guess that's just the way things were meant to be. I don't know.
I want to know what it's like to have nothing to worry about.
Since as far back as I can remember, there has always been something on my mind, in the back, or nagging at me for some reason. What's it like to just wake up and not have any obligations, to yourself or otherwise. That would be amazing, no?
Are you happy for a miracle?
The reviews will return in time. I have much on my mind these days. It's not easy to find the resolve to write reviews when, frankly, they don't matter, and school is of the utmost importance. But, I will find time to do it.
We're going to the midnight show of Goblet of Fire tomorrow. I think it'll be a good movie. At least I hope so. The books were pretty cool. Audiobooks, that is.
It's the fear of uncertainty that drives us crazy. Not the tangible, but the intangible.
These lines of thought are completley useless, but I think they have some great point. Whether or not its visible is debatable. But I do this in spite of myself, because I believe that everything has a purpose.
What's your purpose?
Mood: Waiting for it to be so
I hate the winter.
Well, I don't actually hate it, as much as it makes me feel icky and depressed. Every song I've written for the past three weeks have been drop-d, minor key chord ballands and finger-picking laments.
Next week, we shall gather round the turkey and give thanks for what has been the most bizzare of years in recent memory. Character growth aside, so much has changed around us all, its a different game today than it was 11 months ago.
Understand that in a perfect situation, we would all be smiling. But we're not, and we won't, because of this 'pride' we carry on our sleeves. But we're resigned to making it work, regardless of who gets hurt in the process. I guess that's just the way things were meant to be. I don't know.
I want to know what it's like to have nothing to worry about.
Since as far back as I can remember, there has always been something on my mind, in the back, or nagging at me for some reason. What's it like to just wake up and not have any obligations, to yourself or otherwise. That would be amazing, no?
Are you happy for a miracle?
The reviews will return in time. I have much on my mind these days. It's not easy to find the resolve to write reviews when, frankly, they don't matter, and school is of the utmost importance. But, I will find time to do it.
We're going to the midnight show of Goblet of Fire tomorrow. I think it'll be a good movie. At least I hope so. The books were pretty cool. Audiobooks, that is.
It's the fear of uncertainty that drives us crazy. Not the tangible, but the intangible.
These lines of thought are completley useless, but I think they have some great point. Whether or not its visible is debatable. But I do this in spite of myself, because I believe that everything has a purpose.
What's your purpose?
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