Recent obsessions:
-Baking cupcakes
-Growing my hair out
-Breton folk music
Recent struggles:
-Neck sprain
-Not sleeping well
-Strained and watery eyes
-How to be antisocial and not have people hate you
-Not enough hours in a day
Recent joys:
-Spontaneous days
-Wearing flip-flops
-Long conversations with Matt
-My CD coming in the mail
-Trying a cool new recipe
-http://www.gothsinhotweather.com/
6.25.2010
6.21.2010
Blur
Yesterday was a complete blur to me. I have a bad habit of catastrophically upsetting my sleep schedule on my weekends, resulting in dazed wanderings and forgetful mumblings and other general silliness. I don't even remember falling asleep, just that I had gone to lay down on the foot of the bed, and then next thing I know Matt is smiling at me and tucking me in and I sleep on my stomach and dream about attacking a giant turtle in my backyard.
Ugh.
I have yet to figure out my attack plan for the day, but playing violin for 3 hours sounds like a good plan, right? I need one of those days.
Ugh.
I have yet to figure out my attack plan for the day, but playing violin for 3 hours sounds like a good plan, right? I need one of those days.
6.14.2010
Can I have ears like that?
A few nights ago I dreamt about phoenix down and floating leaves in a grove filled with sunlight. In the same dream I played in a band with elves, who, being elves, had extra-sensitive hearing and could hear sound frequencies that us humans couldn't. They would use sounds with those frequencies in our music, because they were "so cool," and I would just have to keep grooving even though I couldn't hear what they were playing. It was pretty cool.
Last night I had a nightmare about still being at that Battle of the Bands we played two nights ago. We were there for six hours, and it was way past my bedtime. I had been awake for 22 hours by the time I finally got home and went to bed. But I dreamt that the last band was still playing and we were still there, waiting for them to finish. Oh. The horror! I can't.
The madness has finally ended, we will not be playing any more shows for the rest of the summer! I'm excited to write, and have normal weekends again. I will, however, miss having an excuse to slather my eyelids with black gel and wear heavy boots in the summer. Fun times, fun times!
Last night I had a nightmare about still being at that Battle of the Bands we played two nights ago. We were there for six hours, and it was way past my bedtime. I had been awake for 22 hours by the time I finally got home and went to bed. But I dreamt that the last band was still playing and we were still there, waiting for them to finish. Oh. The horror! I can't.
The madness has finally ended, we will not be playing any more shows for the rest of the summer! I'm excited to write, and have normal weekends again. I will, however, miss having an excuse to slather my eyelids with black gel and wear heavy boots in the summer. Fun times, fun times!
6.03.2010
Smoothie Making Season
Thus begins smoothie-making season: aka the time of the year when I start sweating all through work, and come home to a house that has no air conditioning and a broken swamp-cooler. Who would have thought that the skills I learned at Jamba Juice would one day come back and save my life?
On the other hand, the heat helped my fingers move more freely tonight for an hour of blissful violin playing. The neighbors had their door open while watching sports. There was a group of four guys in my kitchen playing D&D amiss the noise of the fan. No one could hear me, therefore, my playing was fantastic. Cause, you know, we all play amazingly when no one is listening, right? We're all secretly virtuoso players.
Recently I've been thinking about California. I saw some ducklings by the bell tower the other day, and I thought of how many more ducklings there would be back in the Shores, and, how many more goslings there would be, small and awkward and grey, with their mothers hissing at you and/or stopping traffic and being generally obnoxious so you really can't enjoy their cute babies. But I love them. Then I decided my car air filter smelled like the Caltrain. (is that good or bad...?)
I guess I write about the seasons a lot >_< I love it though. I know it's so hippie of me, but I really just want to be in tune with nature. Wake up when the sun comes up, go to bed a few hours after it goes down. Be outside, take naps outside, read and write under a tree, something like that. Something. Where is my tree, now?
On the other hand, the heat helped my fingers move more freely tonight for an hour of blissful violin playing. The neighbors had their door open while watching sports. There was a group of four guys in my kitchen playing D&D amiss the noise of the fan. No one could hear me, therefore, my playing was fantastic. Cause, you know, we all play amazingly when no one is listening, right? We're all secretly virtuoso players.
Recently I've been thinking about California. I saw some ducklings by the bell tower the other day, and I thought of how many more ducklings there would be back in the Shores, and, how many more goslings there would be, small and awkward and grey, with their mothers hissing at you and/or stopping traffic and being generally obnoxious so you really can't enjoy their cute babies. But I love them. Then I decided my car air filter smelled like the Caltrain. (is that good or bad...?)
I guess I write about the seasons a lot >_< I love it though. I know it's so hippie of me, but I really just want to be in tune with nature. Wake up when the sun comes up, go to bed a few hours after it goes down. Be outside, take naps outside, read and write under a tree, something like that. Something. Where is my tree, now?