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We don't live for ourselves; we are interconnected. We live for the earth, for Texas, for the chicken we ate last night that gave us its life, for our mother, for the highway and the ceiling and the trees. We have a responsibility to treat ourselves kindly; then we will treat the world in the same way." -- Natilie Goldberg --
Life is communal, collective. The more we know about one another the more likely we are to survive. People think their fear protects them, but all it really does is hurt and burn. I wish people would get on their tip-toes and reach, stretch for understanding, loose their fear. We need to survive. Ignoracne is a fear, and fear is a poison.
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[26 Mar 2004|12:05am] |
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"well i recall his parting words must i accept his fate or take myself far from this place? i thought i heard a black bell toll a little bird did see man has no choice when he wants everything..."
getting drunk on music, on an empty stomach.
i hate my acapella group, they're singers, the auditioned, committed themselves to a group of singers, and they sit around, facing away from the piano, talking during solos, talking instead of singing, rolling eyebrows because no one is doing anything, the group isn't getting anywhere. if you join a singing group and the simple act of singing isn't enough to captivate your attention than get the fuck out... i can't wait till im a senior and the president of the group... total domination.
not doing things i should get done... loving it.
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[24 Mar 2004|12:58am] |
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i was lookin' for the new thing and you were the sun shine in the front lines...
lacking all kinds of things... health, energy, motivation, desire to do, to achieve anything, to go, to be anywhere. all kinds of not-caring up in this piece. it's been a long second day back at school and i'm wishing i were back home... on the couch... reading harry potter...
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| back in school |
[22 Mar 2004|08:51pm] |
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the moon is haging from a star tonight. it looks like a children's story book. blues blend in the sky, make me want to be someone's poet, someone's painter.
the library is borrrinnggg. ::snores::
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[21 Mar 2004|12:21pm] |
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i'm tired... and i'm knew at this whole journal thing... oh god, what if i'm not interesting?!? meg will divorce me if i'm not cool i just know it. =) i must play with my family now... one day left of spring break... meg said she'd pay me a dollar if i go play with her... she promises me dollars all the time, but so far has not pay up... very skeevy... must investigate further ::raises eyebrow::
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[20 Mar 2004|02:07am] |
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i suck at life.
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