1. I haven't written in my journal in a long time. I don't know where to start.
2. But I also know the answer to the question implicit in that statement is: somewhere, anywhere, write.
2a. and so I shall, soon.
2b. maybe tonight.
2c. my papers mandate it. my head can't be too full of stuff while writing these things.
3. I should probably eat a snack. I only at once today and that was a bacon cheeseburger deluxe at a diner on the east side, at like 3pm. no bueno. I gotta stop doing stuff like that.
4. i'm taking a break from this list to clip my fingernails. just figured you should know.
5. listening to Musiq Soulchild as I write this. Aijuswanaseing. I remember listening to Musiq while doing puzzles in the summer. yes, I like to do puzzles. people are puzzles. as corny as it sounds. i associate the two a little bit.
6. I need to hurry up and write this paper because my tummy is starting to hurt from the not eating since 3pm, that and my head is starting the feel compacted, like it's pushing in on itself. maybe I'll buy some Doritos and drink some tea.
7. Ihaveanorange.
8. and now I'm listening to India. Arie.
9. I know when I actually start writing in my journal, I'll be writing for at least an hour. Saturday will be that day. Once this paper is done.
10. I probably should have peeled the orange before clipping my nails. haha. But I'll make it.
11. forgetting the list is up here, hours and ichiban Ramen visit from Suitey & two friends later, back to my paper.
12. sooo distracted, bc i'm sooo tired but I don't know what would happen if i took a nap right now so :/
13. stuff.
this will get done. i'm unplugging my ethernet cord.
Showing posts with label random. Show all posts
Showing posts with label random. Show all posts
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
random rationale (i found in my notepad for class) for why i'll probably end up with a musician (or whatever)
haha. i'm not completely invested in that outcome btdubbs.
but it goes like this:
i assume a musician knows
about
time timing finesse feeling into action letting go
pressure control patience action out of feeling seeking and finding digging into (it)
what sounds right/what doesn't discipline when & where he enters & exits climbing out of (it) or huh?
support(harmony) stepping front & center(melody) moving stopping arrangements
heart and soul and spirit and black things.
... and this is what my notebooks look like, with the occasional scribblings of notes for class.
but it goes like this:
i assume a musician knows
about
time timing finesse feeling into action letting go
pressure control patience action out of feeling seeking and finding digging into (it)
what sounds right/what doesn't discipline when & where he enters & exits climbing out of (it) or huh?
support(harmony) stepping front & center(melody) moving stopping arrangements
heart and soul and spirit and black things.
... and this is what my notebooks look like, with the occasional scribblings of notes for class.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Thursday's Will.
It makes for an interesting experience when i dance with my iPod in my bra. I find that if I move enough, my boob changes the volume. Try it with this song:
"Breathe & Stop" by Q-tip
1. Leave the CDs to whoever has the balls (or the ovaries) to ask for them. If more than one, split equally. If there is a fight over the same CD have each person tell why the CD is important to them. Mark for passion.
2. Leave the clothes to my sister. Whatever she can’t fit or doesn’t want, give to charity… or cut it up and make cool stuff with it. Whatever, have it honored it some way.
3. Same with shoes.
4. Same with jewelry.
5. Whatever writing you can find. Publish it. And try to arrange it in to making some type of sense if possible. If it’s better random, screw that.
6. My laptop. Hopefully, it will be obsolete by the time of my death. Get all the writing off it first. The journals are password protected though. Tough cookies! But uhm, if I should feel the end is impending I’ll leave the passwords somewhere maybe. *shrugs shoulders*
7. iPod will probably be obsolete as well. Not to mention, mine is falling apart.
8. My home. I don’t know. How do you leave your home?
9. I’m an organ donor.
10. I guess you can take my locs… however that would work.
listening to Battle Studies now. So, I’m liking “Half of My Heart”
Half of my heart’s got a real good imagination
Half of my heart's got you
Half of my heart’s got a right mind to tell you that
Half of my heart won’t do
11. I can’t think of anything else I own right now. Oh, the monies… lil’ scholarship? Make it a writing scholarship. Give it to the girl or boy who tells the truth, preferably an unflattering or embarrassing truth, with apparent disregard for frills and impressiveness. Gotta think of who I would choose to judge that though…
Maybe more at a later date.
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