precious

random blurs of insanity
2002-10-23 22:53:05 (UTC)

Babbeling of the Therid Kind

Listening to:A Smile by lunarclick
I am absolutly warn out. I have been working on the haunter
house for art club for the last 3 days(minus the 10 minute
detentions for french). Painting rocks, making walls,
drawing monsters, hanging sheets, I AM SO TIRED and to top
it all off i got into a heated discussion with my guitar
teacher to day about life. Hmmmmm. seeing as how I just
came from guitar, im not really in the mood to go into all
the philosiphies discussed but the basic thing i came up
with was that life is like a labrith. Im not going to
explane simply because i don't feel like it, you can just
ponder it. i wrote several poems toay in history, they
should make great songs. I slept through a whole class of
note in bio......FUN! aside from all that crap today was
pretty uneventful.
This morning I was bursting with all the things I coudnt
wait to go write down. Now im drawing a blank. oh I
remember:
If some one sets a gole, an all out,honest,within the
depths of their meang,goal the they will take every
oppertunity to make that goal a reality. Weather it be
ambitiously or subconciously, they will do what is nesacery
(or however you spell that. I have the spelling of a 3 year
old ahhhhhhhhhh) I came to this conclusion when i met a
dude, I dont even know his name, I talked to him for 15
minutes and im already asking him to audition for my band.
We will be great some day. I know it. I feel it. I
absolutly need to preform. Its like this compulsive hunger
inside me.
Im cold. so very cold. The fan is blowing in my face but
without the constant hum, I am left with the silance that
taunts and provokes my concious and i prefer to relax and
not think right now. Even though I am acumpunied* by my
music which I must say i relate to so well, even through
the sybolisims I can feel the song, the lyrics. BUT I AM SO
COLD.
IM BABBELING AGAIN. I always find myself babbeling.
Perhapes the thoughts are racing through my head at such an
unbelivable speed that I only write the one I am thinking
of at the time I begin a new sentance. So I end up missing
all the transition thoughts and sound like im a total
bombastic fool.
But how often do people really Know what their feeling? The
highs and lows transition into one another so rapidly that
it is subtle. I am way too ambitious about this whole
writeing what im thinking thing. I need to take a brake!




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