November 2, 2005
based on a true story
I walk the halls with my head down, staring
At the patch of ground that lies in front of me before
It passes under my feet, and disappears.
There is a vague smile on my face.
I must be getting strange looks,
But that's fine with me.
Maybe they wonder what I must be thinking
To make me so content.
I wonder, too. My Eva is happy, my Brittany has an easy(ish) day, and the Beatles are crooning an acoustic version of Yesterday from my speakers. I'm almost on top of the world. ^-^
What would I do without first period? I would be deprived of so many things. But I suppose I wouldn't realize that. In fact, I would perhaps be better off. Natheless, I think I prefer to have it. <3.
I "do not appreciate" simplified arrangements with a passion. It's all I own and it drives me stupid. Hi. Give poor Crystal the original sheet music. Of all the songs in the world. Thank you.
Keestal
October 30, 2005
i thought i was fine with the fact that i'm nothing to you
Am I more than you bargained for yet?
I've been dying to tell you anything you want to hear
Cause that's just who I am this week
Lie in the grass, next to the mausoleum
I'm just a notch in your bedpost
But you're just a line in a song
The homecoming game was fun, but deep down I think I felt more than a little unhappy. But that's my fault. The band did really well, and I was quite impressed, despite the fact that I'd already seen Illusions. Yay. We ended up losing to KF (grr, Areti haha) but I didn't mind too much. Certainly not as much as the football players and standleaders; they rather looked like they wanted to shoot themselves. ^-^
I can feel the sexy, sultry rhythm of the drum line reverberating in my soul. ;-)
But onto more interesting things -- Halloween! Thanks to my lovely Eva, I've been introduced to a project that has seized my interest and prompted me to a flurry of eager activity. Less than three, as always, my dear. I encourage everyone to join in on the P�ca fun. Spread the love this Halloween. Have a safe, wicked, smashing All Hallows' Eve this year, world!
Keestal
October 28, 2005
jammin' on the piano with my foot on the damper
I love how the piano is stationed in the living room. Where the television is. With a grandfather whose apparent main goal in life is to live life vicariously through Korean dramas and sports games. And the fact that I'm not supposed to bother dear grandpappy. Added to the truth that I don't legally have time to play, anyway.
But hey. That doesn't really stop me, now does it? And there's always the music theory classroom before school, where I probably bug the bejeezus out of my classmates and the teacher with my less-than-satisfactory talent.
Tammy, Tammy, Tammy. Perhaps you could lend me your hands and your ears and your musically-oriented brain for a day? My reasoning is that if I get a glimpse of what "amazing" feels like, I'll at least know what to strive for. <3.
Oh, woe. Perhaps I should have made some effort to contact someone in order to go to the homecoming dance. Or not. It's not like he made any effort to contact me, either. We're square.
I love how I love music but I'm no good at any of it. I think I can just call myself a fan.
I'll do this before I forget and inadvertently offend someone.
.& 10 years ago I was insisting to Eva that I was indeed in her class (Oh, that fateful day!)
.& 5 years ago I was thinking I was all that with a 100 in algebra.
.& 1 year ago I was rather on the brink of emotional collapse.
.& Yesterday I was enjoying the crisp weather and my free afternoon.
.& 5 snacks I enjoy are tangerines, cookies, Twizzlers, spicy Cheetos, and love letters (but uh, not all at once ^-^).
.& 5 songs I know all the words to are Julia // Fefe Dobson, Bring Me to Life // Evanescence, Only You // Thorn, One of These Days // Michelle Branch, and Gone // Kelly Clarkson.
.& 5 things I would do with 100 million dollars are paying off any and all debts, buying my family members all their hearts' desires, supporting a kid through the Christian Children's Fund, buying myself all my heart's desire, and taking piano, violin, cello, flute, and harp lessons from renowned musical geniuses. Perhaps 100 million dollars is not enough.
.& 5 bad habits are stressed nail-biting, scarring my forehead, whistling and singing without caring that it annoys those around me, chronic irresponsibility, and being self-centered.
.& 5 biggest joys are those I love, self-expression, unproductive fun, music, and carefree days in lovely weather.
.& 5 favorite toys are books, thoughts, computers, friends, and gameboys.
.& 5 places I would run away to (if I could) are my fantasy realms, the mall, South Korea, the music theory classroom, and my old house. Just for kicks.
.& 5 things I would never wear are sweats, man-clothes, nerd jeans, vagina Halloween costumes, and bicycle shorts.
.& 5 favorite TV shows -- I wish I watched enough TV to have five. I like Oot Chat Sah and a couple K-dramas. And Friends reruns.
.& 5 fictional characters I would date (only five?) are the Scarlet Pimpernel, Severus Snape, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, and Mr. Darcy.
.& 5 people I tag are Brittany, Cynthia, Ly, Becca, and Eva. Most of whom lack a webpage or have been tagged already. Good riddance.
Keestal
October 26, 2005
i'd like to know why you're always so pleasant to me
I'm not a gigantic fan of organized religion. For one thing, it seems to require a degree of piety and abstinence from sin that I know I am far from capable of attaining--in other words, I'd feel like much more of a hypocrite than I already am by attending church and being pure one day of the week and sinning away the other six. It is also discouraging to know that I am largely ignorant of all the tenets of Christianity. For another, organized religion seems like a bureaucratic mess.
But I do have the cautious hope that things happen for a reason, that there is an all-powerful Spirit out there who smiles benignly upon us all. I hope that striving to be a decent person in itself is good enough to earn my passage to an Elysium after death. Perhaps my soul will unfurl its wings and I shall rise to glory, my hand outstretched to meet that of my Maker...
KeestalOctober 25, 2005
Tell me this is not the end
His deep voice is enriched with a warm Southern accent. =D
I hope I can go to homecoming, God. But if you really don't want me to go, I won't. Just send me a sign. Come to think of it, I never did get my Gare Montparnasse for Christmas. Boo.
Speaking of paintings and photos, take me to the Menil Collection. Better yet, fly me to the moon. Or the Chicago Art Museum. ^-^ Turn me into a bird and let me fly far, far away. Or let me climb up the birdcage. Seriously. It's my dream in life. Climbing up the Klein Band birdcage.
I've expounded rather passionately to Cynthia my newfound appreciation of J.D. Salinger's Catcher in the Rye, and with good reason. What a fascinatingly disturbing piece of work. I rather regret having read it when I was too naive to fathom its disquieting niceties. It makes you want to shoot yourself.
But on a brighter subject, I'm dancingly (Dancingly should be a real word--swimmingly is.) looking forward to this Monday. ^-^ I love Halloweens. And Fridays the 13th.
Keestal
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