at 08/12/09 2:35PM
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Man, this place (pleonast) is foreign to me. I hardly know what to do with myself. Here I am, sitting on my bed in Arkansas (if that can still be called my bed) trying to think of something creative and witty to say to announce my re-arrival. And I got nothin. Still, I have a head cold so at least I have something to blame. I hope no one is too terribly offended by my lack of an elaborate re-introduction, but really, forgiveness is a wonderful thing, and I'm doing you a favor if I help you to learn it.
at 06/15/08 4:26PM
So for about a year now I have been completely, 100%, totally, absolutely, without a doubt....burnt out on life. As you can imagine, this is not really a good thing. It messes you up in a big way. It makes you dislike your self and everyone around you. It makes you negative and self absorbed. It makes you lazy and apathetic. All the way around, it just does not do good things for you.
I'm getting back into life....and I'm really diggin' on it. I've been to Houston once, went back to Dry Creek, let down lots of boundaries between me and some old friends. I've been reading ALOT, singing, and thinking. Lots of thinking. It's been a good summer. And something tells me the best is yet to come.
at 05/03/08 8:33PM
I have started journaling again. Nothing like good ole self reflection.
I'm tired. And home. I have too much stuff.
at 03/07/08 12:30AM
I love Russian things. Art, music, literature, ballet, gymnastics, dark and gloomy atmosphere. I would absolutely love to go to Russia. I love Ayn Rand, Tolstoy, Rachmaninoff, Dostoevsky, Rubinstein, Tchaikovsky, Mussorgsky, and.....not.....communisim. To me, it is such a fascinating culture. I have been musing over these things as of late.
Chorus tour starts at 5:30 tommorow morning. It is nearly immpossible to pack for spring break in a carry-on size suitcase. I'm doing my best...packing lots of mix and match staples. I had to include at least one pair of vintage shoes....I do love my grandmother...even though it is because of her that I could never learn Russian.
I've been reading Proust was a Neuroscientist. It's brilliant. Literature and science combined= the essence of my soul. I look up physiological psychology majors tonight....turns out they don't exsist in undergraduate form. I'll stick to me biochemistry.
Speaking of majors...I'm getting ready for my sophmore recital. I have a Handel aria that is so insanely hard, but so much fun that I cannot give it up. It's called Sweet Bird. Pretty much, it is me singing like a bird. So fun.
Sorry for this jumble of thoughts. I'm just rambling.
Die Nacht ist kommen.....Ich muss schlafen.
cause we still have that pending lunch date, once i get the yet-to-be attained job & whatnot.
in any case, welcome back.
i like that :]
happy
holidays!