Wednesday, May 12, 2004
Studying for World Issues becomes a bore. Geopolitics? Pish, who cares. That's a horrible thing to say, but I can honestly say I was never much of a frequent watcher of the news and updates on the current 'war' issue. Yeah, I preferred watching cartoons. Talk about ignorance. Well, I'm not completely ignorant about the whole situation, but I'm very passive about it all. In other words, I suffer from laziness, and I am not able to function my brain properly to allow my mouth to open for discussion. Oh wait, it's just pure ignorance.
Today I started off in a bad mood, and ended off in a bad mood. Well, a mildly bad mood. It hasn't been a good week, and my emotions are running a muck (is that how the saying goes?). It's strange how one small simple thing can set off a wave of emotions. "I'm sorry, did you just glare at me?" This is when my anger begins to rise, and the thought of going on a killing spree is about to surface. Oh, but no, morals and values come into action, and something is telling me that this is a 'no, no.' Hello conscience, thank you for stopping by. It's always a pleasure.
I've lost all train of thought now. Where was I? Where am I? Who are you? What is it that you are jabbing me with?
"Now that I'm here, where am I?"
Today I started off in a bad mood, and ended off in a bad mood. Well, a mildly bad mood. It hasn't been a good week, and my emotions are running a muck (is that how the saying goes?). It's strange how one small simple thing can set off a wave of emotions. "I'm sorry, did you just glare at me?" This is when my anger begins to rise, and the thought of going on a killing spree is about to surface. Oh, but no, morals and values come into action, and something is telling me that this is a 'no, no.' Hello conscience, thank you for stopping by. It's always a pleasure.
I've lost all train of thought now. Where was I? Where am I? Who are you? What is it that you are jabbing me with?
"Now that I'm here, where am I?"
Monday, May 03, 2004
I have nothing interesting to write, but wait a tick, I'm not here to entertain.
I'm listening to Scout Niblett at the moment. I really think you should listen to her. Dance of Sulphur. You know you want to listen to it. I'll even give you the link to make things simple. All you have to do is click on it, do you think you can do that? She sings well(?)
I'm wasting time, not doing homework, it is what I do. Sometimes I sit here and think, "I wonder if I'll go deaf by listening to music too loud in my earphones." Richard, I think you mentioned that a long time ago back in Grey Highlands, during lunch I'm assuming. Anyhow, but I also sit here thinking "I think I have split personalities." No wait, I think "Is my memory deteriorating? Who moved that glass?" You have no idea what I'm talking about, and it's best for things to remain that way. Oh, I also sit here thinking "Why won't the comment section cooperate with me?" I miss those comments from that one person. You know, that person, the only one who reads this. Hurrah! I'll attempt it again.
Today was completely wasted. Only attended two classes. A carnival went on behind the school. I didn't buy out.
Reminiscing on the past causes me to slap myself on the forehead.
I found a box of old letters, and a notebook which a few of us use to write in. I wish I had the one from grade 5. This one is from grade 6. I'm ashamed of it. I was everything I hate now when I was an oblivious child. Wait, I still am. Oh the irony. But is it really irony? It just felt like the right thing to say.
Today in piano I was so close to playing Marcia Alla Turca by Mozart, but instead Jane gave me the twelve variations of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. It's amazing what came out of Mozart, especially at age five.
Have you ever listened to Math Rock? It's amazing to learn all these different styles of music. You can take Jazz, and group it into several different styles. And now rock is taking on a new form of listening. Or it has been for awhile, and I just don't keep up with the trends. I must have not received the memo.
"Diggly bop, diggly bop. Ooh-Ooh."
I'm listening to Scout Niblett at the moment. I really think you should listen to her. Dance of Sulphur. You know you want to listen to it. I'll even give you the link to make things simple. All you have to do is click on it, do you think you can do that? She sings well(?)
I'm wasting time, not doing homework, it is what I do. Sometimes I sit here and think, "I wonder if I'll go deaf by listening to music too loud in my earphones." Richard, I think you mentioned that a long time ago back in Grey Highlands, during lunch I'm assuming. Anyhow, but I also sit here thinking "I think I have split personalities." No wait, I think "Is my memory deteriorating? Who moved that glass?" You have no idea what I'm talking about, and it's best for things to remain that way. Oh, I also sit here thinking "Why won't the comment section cooperate with me?" I miss those comments from that one person. You know, that person, the only one who reads this. Hurrah! I'll attempt it again.
Today was completely wasted. Only attended two classes. A carnival went on behind the school. I didn't buy out.
Reminiscing on the past causes me to slap myself on the forehead.
I found a box of old letters, and a notebook which a few of us use to write in. I wish I had the one from grade 5. This one is from grade 6. I'm ashamed of it. I was everything I hate now when I was an oblivious child. Wait, I still am. Oh the irony. But is it really irony? It just felt like the right thing to say.
Today in piano I was so close to playing Marcia Alla Turca by Mozart, but instead Jane gave me the twelve variations of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. It's amazing what came out of Mozart, especially at age five.
Have you ever listened to Math Rock? It's amazing to learn all these different styles of music. You can take Jazz, and group it into several different styles. And now rock is taking on a new form of listening. Or it has been for awhile, and I just don't keep up with the trends. I must have not received the memo.
"Diggly bop, diggly bop. Ooh-Ooh."
Saturday, May 01, 2004
My Donahue, who enjoys spending his time roaming the keyboard. (psst, I have no life)
