Mon, Feb. 17
... When the earth all around me is sinking sand
It had been a long time since I had a great late-night roommate chat. Last night,
Janel and I sat up until almost 5:00, just talking about everything from relationships to friendships to troupe to school to careers... it was cool. I like nights like that, that aren't planned, but are really cool anyways.
I did want to go to Ikea this morning, though, and because I was up so late, I didn't get up nearly early enough. And Kat's lingerie shower is this afternoon, so I don't have time to go before then.
What a week this is going to be. No classes today; no classes tomorrow; class Wednesday; no class Thursday; the wedding Friday. Teehee. Hopefully I'll be able to get a lot done this week... It's all coming down to the wire, but there's still plenty of time to get it all done.
Anyways. I need to get dressed. Ish. This shower is a pyjama party, so I guess I need to shower (because I look really gross) and put on some clean pyjamas.
One year ago today: You see, my way of thinking is that words are a way of extracting the emotion from the soul. I love writing, and I've sorted through many a problem by writing whatever comes into my head until it begins to make some sense of some sort, yet sometimes the feelings are too deeply embedded in the soul to be torn from their hiding places. It's impossible to articulate some things, no matter how hard anyone tries. Music, though, is an extension of the soul. In my somewhat limited experience, I've discovered that music does not try to remove the emotion from inside and make it understandable, music simply carries emotion outside the body. No one has to understand my music, and I don't have to follow any rules. My piano is merely the medium for what my spirit longs to make known.
infinite || abyss
posted at 12:15 p.m.
