Thoughts

I think that from here on out, until I get tired of it, I'm going to set my ipod to shuffle, push play, and "feature" whichever song apple chooses for me. Today's song is "Edit" by Regina Spektor, from her album Begin to Hope. She's amazing, if y'all haven't discovered her yet, but some of her stuff takes a little getting used to. Let's just say she's an acquired taste. :)

I don't really have that much to say tonight. I just have this overwhelming need to write something, even if it is just the mundane happenings of my mind at one in the morning. What I really want to write is a book. A novella, maybe. I have an idea that's been bouncing around in my head for what feels like forever, but I just can't seem to get out on paper. I know where I want to go with it, but I'm having trouble getting from point A to point B. My English teacher would tell me to just start writing and go from there. Easier said than done, it would seem.

On another note, I don't ever recall building brick walls reinforced with steel around my heart, but the past four months (or longer, even... who knows) would suggest that I did, at some point. I guess the fact that I don't remember building them contributes to the fact that I can't tear them down. I haven't quite figured out how, yet. Hopefully I'll be able to at some point in the very near future, because there are some seriously cool friendships I feel like I'm missing out on. Until that day comes, however, I remain eternally grateful to those who force themselves into your hearts and won't let you block them out.

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Don't shoot me, Santa!

That's a great new song by The Killers, if you haven't heard it.

So my original intent was to write of my worries that my best friend might be mad at me again, but she just sent me a message on facebook so all is well. I think this fear was born more out of the fact that I haven't heard much from her over the past couple of days than anything.... substantial, I guess. Maybe her phone just wasn't working. The last time we fought (which was the first time), I hadn't talked to her in at least a month before... well, the details aren't important, but, needless to say, I get worried whenever I don't hear from her for a stretch. Anywho!

Semester is FINALLY over. Huzzah!

...I don't really remember what else I was gonna say.

S.O.S.

Ok. I'll admit. I'm in way over my head. I have a ton of reading to do for three classes. I have a crapload of practicing to do this week. I have a test next Monday, and another the Monday after that, but I don't know where to beging studying. I have errands to run, and various other things to accomplish. There aren't enough hours in the day... I have so much to do that I don't even know where to start. So I haven't. Normally at this point I would be telling a friend in this situation to stop thinking about everything they have to do, and concentrate on one item at a time. It's a pity I have such a hard time following my own advice.

Just a thought.

Some of the things that were going on in my mind during Survey of Dance today:

Maybe I thought it was going to be interesting. Maybe I thought it would be fun. Maybe I just don't get dance like I get music. Would these girls feel the same in a survey of music class as I do in this survey of dance class?
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They talk about traditions and losing ties from our past. How can you talk about what you don't understand? Our history resembles nothing of that of India or Africa, where what Americans consider lewd is a fact of day-to-day life. Don't talk about losing traditions when what you long for has only ever existed in another country. Move to Africa if that's what you seek.
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Why can't I get a fine arts credit from one of my music classes? I'm registered for seven. You'd think that out of one of those I'd get a fine arts credit and wouldn't have to sit in Beasley 102 for an hour and twenty minutes every Monday and Wednesday listening to people preach on a topic I don't understand.
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How many different ways can you say the same thing?

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I was smart and looked at the weather before I went to class this morning. I brought my umbrella. I brought my jacket. I neglected, however, to wear shoes that won't send you sprawling on the ground the second you hit a slippery spot. I slipped numerous times walking around campus today, but managed to keep myself upright for almost the entire day. My goal was to make my way back to my room without falling flat on my face. Of course I failed. I was so close! And then, in true Lizzie McGuire fashion, I was on the ground, facedown in a puddle. Oh, the shame! But I'll live.

There are several things I need to get done today, and only an hour and a half til my next class. I have a test next week, and another the week after that, both of which will require more studying than I'm ready to do. I also need to practice. Ahh!! There aren't enough hours in the day. I guess time-management is yet another thing I have to learn while I'm here. In the mean time, I guess I'll go get started... on something....

college, et cetera

It's been nearly a year since I last posted. I don't know why all of a sudden I'm compelled to start blogging again. I never get any feedback, and really it's more of a waste of time than anything else. But I was looking back at various things I've written on the various blogs I've had over the years (xanga, livejournal, myspace, vox, blogspot, and facebook), and it's stirred something of a nostaliga inside of me. Because despite the fact that I don't receive any feedback and the fact that no one really reads this anyway, I get some sort of satisfaction from exposing myself to the wide wide world. There are so many things bouncing around in my head, and especially now that I'm in college, but I never write them down or share them with anyone. So, why not pick up blogging again? Most of the stuff that bounces around in my head isn't half-bad, whether it be an idea for a story or just a thought on the way the world works. If I start blogging again these thoughts can be... preserved, I guess.

I think I had more to say when I started writing, but it's since flown out of my head. I'm driving to Lubbock later to go see my best friend... I wish I didn't have a studio class today!! I probably would have been at least halfway there by now.

Well, I think I'm done for now. Hopefully it won't take me another ten months to come back to the world of blogging.

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