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So if I were keeping with the schedule I said I'd keep this week, I'd be completely wiped out by Thursday.
Good morning/afternoon/evening, Blogville. I come to you at this time to rant a little. Events were brought to my attention today that I just can't keep quiet about any longer.
005. Wake Up & Dream
Posted by Jacquise in glittermouse, music, music video, shameless plug, wake up and dream
Evening, Blogtopia. Popping in to plug a music video belonging to a band of a friend's friend. I suppose he's my friend too. . .
glittermouse | Wake up and Dream: OFFICIAL VIDEO from glittermouse on Vimeo.
I've been gone for about two weeks, Blogtopia. Did ya miss me?
. . .Probably not. Anyway, an update.
Last week, I got sick. I don't know how, I just know that I did, and it was horrible and I had a fever and a horrible sore throat and I was achy and didn't want to move and stayed in bed for almost three whole days. Then I got better on Thursday-ish and recovered in enough time to have an excellent choir concert at church on Sunday.
This week so far has been spent hanging out with Pierre and moving my things out of my grandmother's house and into my mother's apartment. Because of irreconcilable differences between myself and my grandmother, I no longer stay where I used to and am kind of hanging in limbo.
Sucks to be me, right? I don't see it that way, though.
Being out of that house for as long as I was [am] before I finally left for good, it kinda made me realize something that my family [my dad] had been saying for a while. That house was poison to me. The situation I was put in, staying there almost scot-free and only paying for what I used pretty much, allowing myself to be lazy and not do anything productive was really bad for me. So instead of sulking about how I'm being kicked out of the one place I've called home for longer than any other, I feel like I can see this as an opportunity to do what I should have done with my life four years ago. :)
Morning, Blogworld.
Among my list of site to cruise for fun is one called craigslist. I'm sure most people have heard of it, since there's been a lot of controversy surrounding it recently. However, I don't peruse craigslist looking for a 'casual encounter' or to 'rant and rave' about my city, Chi-city. I don't even go to sell or buy anything from anyone.
Nah.
What I do. . . is read the Missed Connections.
To me, it's THE most interesting part of the website. Bunches of men and women posting to craigslist to tell about/look for/write to a person they saw while they were 'sitting at Starbuck on their laptop. You had the most gorgeous brown hair I've ever seen. . .' or 'at the bar in Wrigleyville; you were wearing a white sundress. . .' or some other such description of a person that they are likely to never see again.
Why do I read them, you ask? Am I possibly looking for a missed connection of my own? No. I never go anywhere, so why would I have one? I read them simply because they're interesting.
Anyway, back to my point. Every few days or so, I always come across an anonymous poster who writes to "L". That's it. Just "L". Now, I know it's not me. But I wonder if this guy knows how he makes me and a lot of other "L"s who read his posts feel.
Example, his most recent posting: L, I Want To. . .
Now, I don't know about other "L"s, but if you were a single "L" or even an "L" who was unhappy with her lot, wouldn't that cheer you up to imagine, just for one moment, that there was someone who wanted to appreciate you the way this guy does his "L"?
I know, for sure, that it cheers me up.
"Pen, meet paper.
"Hello. I'm your mind saying what your voice can't find words for.
I'm the itch in your brain that makes you silent.
I am the containment field waiting for the bomb to blow.
I am the song your mouth can't sing."
. . . a bit of random word vomit I regurgitated a few nights ago, while lamenting my lack of things to write.
I was listening to a friend's guitar composition earlier and heard vocals where none existed. Those vocals extended their hand to words, but the words were just out of reach. . .
The rain was nice today. The parts I got to enjoy, anyway. Sometimes I wish I lived in a more rural area; I feel I'd appreciate it more.
. . . I just realized that I've been playing a segment of Draa's composition wrong. Dammit.
I've decided that "[The] Quiet Girl and The Riot" will either be the name of my two-person band or the title of one of our CDs.
Lately, I feel like people have been avoiding me. Or have I been avoiding them. . .?
Don't mind my ramblings. The music does such odd things to my mind. . .
Contributors
- Jacquise
- Sometimes I prefer to stay inside with a good book, nice music, and the company of myself; other times, I like to go out and have a damn good time, blast music from my speakers and blow the house down. Sometimes, I care what people think; other times, I don't. Sometimes I'm the Quiet Girl. Sometimes I'm the Riot. This is the place where the two of us meet.