God, I love celtic music. Seriously. It has this dimension to it, this atmosphere it evokes that simply clicks with me in a subtle, yet overpowering way. I'm not religious. I have never been religious. I do, however, believe myself to be spiritual. (1. Of, relating to, consisting of, or having the nature of spirit; not tangible or material. 2. Of ( Read more... )

Well, almost the sweet bliss of the weekend.

I've been noticing scents, textures in my surroundings more. It's as if my world has suddenly grown richer, more flavorful. As if, unexpectedly, the earth decided to augment the experience of living, of life. Everything is so spicy! Spicy, the sharpness (but not quite bitter; the way mint is sharp yet ( Read more... )

Life is pretty good, in general. (Despite the occasional stress-bursts of school, that is). On Saturday, I did nothing except chores and faulenzen. On Sunday, I went over to Sam's house, which brought me great pleasure and satisfaction. We watched An American in Paris which was quite an amusing musical, and I enjoyed it, until the end, in which ( Read more... )

I felt like I was going to die. It can't be healthy, having your muscles clench like that and your breathing so fast that you're gasping, with your mouth dry and your entire body convulsing.

No, I can't die. I am, although it's strange to say, alive. Awake. Drunk? Buzzing, can't walk, can't breathe, can't swallow, can't stop shaking.

Don't ask

...and blatantly refers to herself in the third person. But that's beside the point ( Read more... )

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Make no mistake: I am very fond of poetry. I enjoy writing poetry, I enjoy reading poetry, I even enjoy analyzing poetry. However, this poem just formed itself in my mind when I began to write a poem, for no reason at all other than I had the urge to be poetic. It wasn't turning out to be a very good poem, as I looked over the three stanzas I had ( Read more... )

I'm in an odd mood. Lately, I've been bubbly one minute, exhausted the next; cheerful and content, then stressed and anxious. I haven't felt this way in a while; it's an unusual feeling. I just seem to act different, to think differently, to feel different. I can't quite put it into words. During school, I rest my head on my desk and just smile, ( Read more... )

"It was an immense discovery, pounding into my hot head with every sliding, joyous step, that this ordinary adult evidently knew what I thought only children who trained at football knew: that you have to fling yourself at what you're doing, you have to point yourself, forget yourself, aim, dive ( Read more... )

Today has been a long, strange journey. Well, not particularly strange for the standards of our group, but full of flips and flops. My mood seems to be playing that hotel-room game where you jump from one bed to the next, and back again. Over. And over. First, I'm somber because of carpooling problems that resulted in me being around a couple ( Read more... )