Thursday, September 3, 2009
I wrote a nice little ditty for my friend Eva it is as follows:
a moth flies high high in the deep blue sky
and we will run for it
we will run for the ocean, the sky and the mountains
and we will dance to songs we don't know
and sing the melodies to the ones we do
when you see us we will have our arms open
when you hear us we will be singing
loud and clear.
when you smell us we will smell of earth
like the air after a good rain.
when you touch us we will feel like fur
because we have become nature.
I got some really neat things from the Volunteers of America. I got some tap shoes and a cup with kitty cats on it.
Here are some pictures:
I didn't post any music last time so I will today:
fly by night
Maybe by next time I post a blog I will make a video for you!
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
I wish this whole work thing gave me more time to work on my art. It definitely has been lacking lately and I have been reduced to scribbles on post-its with witty sayings like: "I just love peep toes"
I want to have something valid to show you guys but I am just all sorts of mentally exhausted. But after one good agreeance and a wonderful pep talk I feel much better about things in a general sense.
Let me tell you a story. When I was younger, oh about 12 or 13 I decided that I WAS Joan of Arc. I mean, I didn't think I was the current Joan of Arc functioning in the future. No, I was the reincarnation of Joan of Arc, sort of a past life deal.
I donned a hospital bathrobe given to me by my best friend's mother (because I wanted to own something of hers) and declared my right to conquer in the name of the Lord.
I would wear this robe to school everyday, and it would make me brave.
Now that I am older I have realized that I could never have been Joan of Arc. I don't hold the sway of the room nor do I posses the sheer braver one must have to be a warrior.
But I wish I still held that innocence and that freedom to proclaim outright who I am (or think I am). I want to stand next to Queen Nefertiti with dignity and pride and let everyone know "This is me." Even if I have to pretend I am someone else.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
“Have you ever been to the beach?” Leia’s vice scratched through the dying phone.
“No, not really…” In fact I have never been to a beach at all. No ocean, no sand, sunset, you know, that whole thing.
“Really?” Her voice starting to reach the peak of excitement with the thought of the joy a first trip to the beach together would bring.
“EEEPPP!” The shrill squeal forced me to pull the phone well away from my face. “Well… we could have a picnic and make sandcastles and fly kites..and…” Her voice started to fade as my own thought s drifted away.
I pictured Leia and I sitting in the sand. Her hair blowing ever so slightly from the ocean breeze, and the sun hitting her face in the perfect lighting. And as she turns to me, smiles…I say..” I..”
“And we could rent dogs and buy frisbees and throw them and.. it will be so much fun, I promise!”
“yep.” Was all i could think of, I was still so wrapped up in my day-dreams.
“Well, fine. Since you don’t seem so excited we won’t go.” I could just hear her puts.
“No! I want to go. I’m sorry. I’ll get ready right now.”
And as she hung up I said: “I love you.”
Now, I was told by one of my best friends that writing on my blog would make me feel better about things, life in general ect.
I am having trouble adjusting my life. My job is thankless and hated by all, not to mention I am awful at it. I miss having social interactions with REAL human beings.
I still have love in my heart, but i feel like this job and town will gobble it up like a ravenous beast. Right now it is laying in wait and after me.
So for now I am pumping The Beatles into my day and trying to put some sunshine in my life.