so
i am listening to caves.
because i am sad.
and it's probably the worst thing to listen to.
if you are sad.
But then, you figure, that's just going to make you feel guilty, isn't it? I don't presume that I can even begin to pretend to understand the pain of that song.
Nothing that terrible has happened to me, right?
I don't think this song is over. Because I don't think he is still that despondent. Because in the end, he knows there are keys. But he doesn't use them. I hope he doesn't feel so trapped.
I'm caught
Somewhere in between
Alive
And living a dream.
No peace
Just clicking machines
In the quiet of compazine.
The walls caved in on me.
its just so sad.
---Scottie: he fought a war to walk a gang plank.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Saturday, January 17, 2009
The doves have died
So I was doing one of those 100 things on Facebook.
And I realized that, you know what? It's gonna be really hard to be who and what I want. Because I think that I need to be in my industry literally to have a shot at anything. And that means that I have to save up a lot of money and move a long, long way away. So Ms Harkins' predictions about me being engaged in two years? Yeah right. Unless there is a Franciscan student from freakin' California, I don't think so. And all of my friends! How will they visit me? How am I going to be friends with them?
What the heck can you do with degrees in Theology and Communications anyway?
Whatever.
I am so bored with my ukulele songs. So I looked up a new one to learn. And once I hook up a mic to my computer, I will have to record this on several tracks. Here is the plan though, the Canon in D. I found the music. it's easy and it sounds pretty cool. It just has to be on three tracks at once. :o that's the plan. And if I can work my mommy's web cam, I will try to put videos up sometimes instead of boring blog entries like this.
The end.
And I realized that, you know what? It's gonna be really hard to be who and what I want. Because I think that I need to be in my industry literally to have a shot at anything. And that means that I have to save up a lot of money and move a long, long way away. So Ms Harkins' predictions about me being engaged in two years? Yeah right. Unless there is a Franciscan student from freakin' California, I don't think so. And all of my friends! How will they visit me? How am I going to be friends with them?
What the heck can you do with degrees in Theology and Communications anyway?
Whatever.
I am so bored with my ukulele songs. So I looked up a new one to learn. And once I hook up a mic to my computer, I will have to record this on several tracks. Here is the plan though, the Canon in D. I found the music. it's easy and it sounds pretty cool. It just has to be on three tracks at once. :o that's the plan. And if I can work my mommy's web cam, I will try to put videos up sometimes instead of boring blog entries like this.
The end.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Peace Is Not A Love Story, Nina
Oh Creative Writing journal prompts. :]
I get that we are supposed to take care of God’s creation. Nobody said that I have to facilitate the cycle of nature. Nobody told me that the Earth needed environmental superheroes until it was a fad. Vinyl is out and canvas is in. Give me a break. Bohemian Chic does not exist. It’s fictional. Entirely made up to cater to the demographic who are searching for something that will make them feel like they are a good person. Half the world cares, and half the world could care less. Somehow, though, we are all stuck in this cyclone of earth saving trends. If you buy earrings posted on recycled paper, you are just going to throw it away. I bet you five bucks you don’t care. Yay recycling. Don’t get me wrong. I am not booing recycling. In fact, I have been recycling since birth. When I was little, though, it didn’t make me cool that I recycled. I wasn’t environmentally friendly because I had a compost bin in my back yard. Nah, that was just whatever. Once our internet’s wonderful founder set the globe on fire, though, you’re freaking Hester Prynne if you dare to toss a water bottle anywhere without that stupid triangle on it. I don’t recycle to make you feel like we are changing the world. We are not changing the world. According to the recycling fascist’s own media, we are still waiting for the world to change. If your hero John Mayer knows that we aren’t changing the world, just waiting on it, and you are obsessed with his song because it’s so “meaningful” and it’s all about “activism”(aka waiting on a planet to change?), then do you even listen? This is a cycle. It is a cycle. There was an ice age. It melted. There was an ice age. It melted. Cycle. Cycle. It’s a vicious circle. Stop trying to stop nature by “saving” it.
And hey. By the way. You don’t know what you are talking about. If I start running my mouth about some celebrity that I know nothing about—if I just start saying things for the sake of fitting in with other people saying things (and saying the things that they are saying without an added thought just because I want to fit in)—if I organize the majority of people against something that you know, and I make it into something that it is not, you wouldn’t be happy. You can hate war. You can be anti-war. I do agree that that is better than being dead. But I guess you don’t agree. I guess you don’t value your life enough to look at what is going on that is affecting you. The war doesn’t exist to inflate your daily expenses. It’s not there to give you something to act out against. It’s there for a reason, and that reason is to protect you. Look it up. This has never been a war without cause, you just want to make it one. You can’t tell happy stories, the media wont eat them up like they do scandal and flaw. If you tell a success story that doesn’t appear to change life as we know it, nobody wants to hear it. But if you can formulate a reason for their expenses going up, they will buy it. You will be rich. You will have money and they will have a scandal to occupy their attention. (Nevermind treaties and alliances like the UN. Forget about over ten peace resolutions that terrorists have rejected over ten years. You hit my friends, I’m gonna hit you. That was the deal. People don’t know that.) Protesting makes them feel good. That has been established. With nothing to protest, people are unhappy. You can’t win. They are bored with nothing and outraged with anything. There is no such thing as world peace if there is no such thing as peace per country. People don’t want righteousness, they want happiness.
I get that we are supposed to take care of God’s creation. Nobody said that I have to facilitate the cycle of nature. Nobody told me that the Earth needed environmental superheroes until it was a fad. Vinyl is out and canvas is in. Give me a break. Bohemian Chic does not exist. It’s fictional. Entirely made up to cater to the demographic who are searching for something that will make them feel like they are a good person. Half the world cares, and half the world could care less. Somehow, though, we are all stuck in this cyclone of earth saving trends. If you buy earrings posted on recycled paper, you are just going to throw it away. I bet you five bucks you don’t care. Yay recycling. Don’t get me wrong. I am not booing recycling. In fact, I have been recycling since birth. When I was little, though, it didn’t make me cool that I recycled. I wasn’t environmentally friendly because I had a compost bin in my back yard. Nah, that was just whatever. Once our internet’s wonderful founder set the globe on fire, though, you’re freaking Hester Prynne if you dare to toss a water bottle anywhere without that stupid triangle on it. I don’t recycle to make you feel like we are changing the world. We are not changing the world. According to the recycling fascist’s own media, we are still waiting for the world to change. If your hero John Mayer knows that we aren’t changing the world, just waiting on it, and you are obsessed with his song because it’s so “meaningful” and it’s all about “activism”(aka waiting on a planet to change?), then do you even listen? This is a cycle. It is a cycle. There was an ice age. It melted. There was an ice age. It melted. Cycle. Cycle. It’s a vicious circle. Stop trying to stop nature by “saving” it.
And hey. By the way. You don’t know what you are talking about. If I start running my mouth about some celebrity that I know nothing about—if I just start saying things for the sake of fitting in with other people saying things (and saying the things that they are saying without an added thought just because I want to fit in)—if I organize the majority of people against something that you know, and I make it into something that it is not, you wouldn’t be happy. You can hate war. You can be anti-war. I do agree that that is better than being dead. But I guess you don’t agree. I guess you don’t value your life enough to look at what is going on that is affecting you. The war doesn’t exist to inflate your daily expenses. It’s not there to give you something to act out against. It’s there for a reason, and that reason is to protect you. Look it up. This has never been a war without cause, you just want to make it one. You can’t tell happy stories, the media wont eat them up like they do scandal and flaw. If you tell a success story that doesn’t appear to change life as we know it, nobody wants to hear it. But if you can formulate a reason for their expenses going up, they will buy it. You will be rich. You will have money and they will have a scandal to occupy their attention. (Nevermind treaties and alliances like the UN. Forget about over ten peace resolutions that terrorists have rejected over ten years. You hit my friends, I’m gonna hit you. That was the deal. People don’t know that.) Protesting makes them feel good. That has been established. With nothing to protest, people are unhappy. You can’t win. They are bored with nothing and outraged with anything. There is no such thing as world peace if there is no such thing as peace per country. People don’t want righteousness, they want happiness.
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