I've never really admitted to myself that I'm a "musician". One of the few things I'm sure of in life is my love for music, but the previous statement tends to shock me every so often. I often awake into consciousness to realize that those are my fingers moving rapidly and accurately along the keys. When I'm away from the piano, maybe even more ( Read more... )

I chopped off my hair one week ago, and haven't had a cut that's fit me so well probably since....junior high when I finally grew out my bangs and got contacts. Since my decision to undergo such surgery, I've been consistently stable and rational and pretty damn capable of sustaining safety in my life. I've also since become employed at the ( Read more... )

Nancy waded out to her own rocks and searched her own pools and let that couple look after themselves. She crouched low down and touched the smooth rubber-like sea anemones, who were stuck like lumps of jelly to the side of the rock. Brooding, she changed the pool into the sea, and made the minnows into sharks and whales, and cast vast clouds ( Read more... )

The Everything Test
There are many different types of tests on the internet today. Personality tests, purity tests, stereotype tests, political tests. But now, there is one test to rule them all.

Traditionally, online tests would ask certain questions about your musical tastes or clothing for a stereotype, your experiences for a purity test, or ( Read more... )

Unrecalled common-sensicals are profound within music.

Maybe that's just me.

Ani, Shroud

i had to leave the house of fashion ( Read more... )

I feel really different. Oddly different. From the perspective of the past few months, that is. I scrolled down and found entries I do not remember writing. Not literally, though it is definitely surreal. Perhaps the surreal phase is now rather than those moments, because a moment like this sure must be fleeting. Though I'm fairly confident ( Read more... )

Sunny Sunday. I haven't been this peaceful in a long time. Neurotic analysis would be contradicting, more so impossible.

Ani DiFranco, Hypnotized/Sunday Morning

Chopping my hair, today.

In this moment, conceptualizing, philosophizing, dreaming, whatever term you choose- is more important than sleeping. Not that I have a choice, however. The thinkingthinking gives me no choice. And I have no choice over thinkingthinking, particularly when it takes control over me. At 2 am in the morning. When I'm supposed to be sleeping...so ( Read more... )

Sheer inoffensive truth cuts far, far deeper than impulsive, inflamed attack from the highly aware.

I'm in crazy-land, after all. I may not be follow-able.

Yes you are. I understand crazy land.

Not mine.RIGHT. This is the only truth that I can take to strengthen myself. Even those who have loved me with utmost beauty will never penetrate my ( Read more... )

Remember when you taught me how to correctly open a soft pack? I just mistakenly bought a whole carton of them.