While I wait for the Hunter's Horn once again, another entry into the series of endless ramblings.
I apologize in advance for the very possible switch in syntax or style, as every 15 minutes I will inevitably pause from my writing to sound the horn.
MouseHunt is the only drug I'm taking on this rainy, smoke-hazed April 20th night. It's more addictive that most of the drugs in existence. Cocaine, heroin, crystal meth? Ha! I laugh at the inferior addictiveness of these drugs. MouseHunt reigns superior to them.
I was watching the Lion King for what I believe to be about the 14th time today. I never fail to shed tears during the scene in which Mufasa dies, and Simba is calling out to him to wake up. Tears are welling up just thinking about the scene. That has to be one of the most awesome movies invented, and I do not use that word lightly. It has everything a good movie should have, a thrilling plot, a tear-jerking scene, an epic battle, and musical numbers that fail to leave your head for years, none of which you are annoyed by.
On an unrelated, (but not really), note, I just caught an Abominable Snow Mouse. (All you MouseHunters out there should have some idea about how epic that is.) Hell yes!
Back to the Lion King. I've been singing Can You Feel the Love Tonight and Hakuna Matata for about 2 hours now. Good times...
That's all I've got for this installment. As I told my friend Becky, I'm very short on words today. It must be an epic case of the Mondays.
Goodnight, all!
Monday, April 20, 2009
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Satis!
(I frequently post titles in Latin. For all of you who know none, shame on you, and the title means "enough!")
I can't take it anymore.
You have to hear it.
I lied a few days ago.
There is something that singularly eats away at me every single day.
And it's about time that you heard it.
I don't even care that I just began a sentence with and, and that I could have just as easily combined it with the previous one in a conjunctive clause.
There are more important things that need addressing, and I'll type them in the somewhat ambiguous poem that I wrote a few minutes ago. It has no meter, no rhyme, and no logical pattern.
It's ranting, pure and simple.
Don't try to figure out what it means, I prefer it that way.
The way I looked into your eyes and smiled means nothing,
But the way he snatches you away means everything.
How I talked to you, hung on to every word you spoke was not important,
Yet he cares not what you speak or feel, and you give him all your care.
I'm not dangerous, so I'm not worth your time, and I sit here and cry,
While I watch you risk your life.
Thank you for your time.
I can't take it anymore.
You have to hear it.
I lied a few days ago.
There is something that singularly eats away at me every single day.
And it's about time that you heard it.
I don't even care that I just began a sentence with and, and that I could have just as easily combined it with the previous one in a conjunctive clause.
There are more important things that need addressing, and I'll type them in the somewhat ambiguous poem that I wrote a few minutes ago. It has no meter, no rhyme, and no logical pattern.
It's ranting, pure and simple.
Don't try to figure out what it means, I prefer it that way.
The way I looked into your eyes and smiled means nothing,
But the way he snatches you away means everything.
How I talked to you, hung on to every word you spoke was not important,
Yet he cares not what you speak or feel, and you give him all your care.
I'm not dangerous, so I'm not worth your time, and I sit here and cry,
While I watch you risk your life.
Thank you for your time.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
April Fools and Follies
April showers bring May flowers, the saying goes.
I'm an enormous fan of rainy days. After all, the rushing sound of the rain is proven to be one of nature's calming pills. The sound of rain dropping against the metal of the gutter above me sounds almost musical. This isn't much of a surprise; musical things occur in nature ubiquitously. The chirping of birds, wind rushing through trees, some small animal scurrying about in a pile of leaves left over from last autumn, the slow bubbling and churning of some small, winding stream, all equate to the sound of the instruments in a symphony orchestra.
However, the May flowers born from this wet sonata bring allergies. Stupid pollen.
My oh my, it's been such a long time since I could sit down at my computer and type without any sort of rehearsal or otherwise time-consuming event interrupting me. I apologize for my taciturnity; I've recently been involved in a number of events, most recently the high school's musical, Seven Brides for Seven Brothers. As a first-year member of the pit orchestra, I don't feel any sort of nostalgia toward the play. Listening to senior goodbye speeches, while touching, didn't quite strike the chord needed for me to start crying. Besides, I never cry during events such as those. The water works come afterward. I'm sure next year, I'll feel something, although never as strongly as those who have been involved in theater for 4 years. It would only be 2 for me, assuming I'm in the pit orchestra next year.
Anyway.
These past few weeks have been somewhat good to me. Nothing really awful has happened, there were a few setbacks, but nothing worth dwelling on. All I'm really doing at the moment is fighting off a cold and eagerly awaiting spring break to begin. Believe you me, I need the rest. The last two weeks, while favorable, have been both physically (blame weight room) and mentally taxing. Sleep is imminent.
Nothing especially troubles me enough to talk about. I know, boring, but nothing I'm feeling really needs to be talked about. I think I'm numb to a great deal of things at the moment. To be honest, I'm not at all questioning this. I'm enjoying it. Maybe it's just because I love the rain so much, and it calms me.
Thanks for reading!
I'm an enormous fan of rainy days. After all, the rushing sound of the rain is proven to be one of nature's calming pills. The sound of rain dropping against the metal of the gutter above me sounds almost musical. This isn't much of a surprise; musical things occur in nature ubiquitously. The chirping of birds, wind rushing through trees, some small animal scurrying about in a pile of leaves left over from last autumn, the slow bubbling and churning of some small, winding stream, all equate to the sound of the instruments in a symphony orchestra.
However, the May flowers born from this wet sonata bring allergies. Stupid pollen.
My oh my, it's been such a long time since I could sit down at my computer and type without any sort of rehearsal or otherwise time-consuming event interrupting me. I apologize for my taciturnity; I've recently been involved in a number of events, most recently the high school's musical, Seven Brides for Seven Brothers. As a first-year member of the pit orchestra, I don't feel any sort of nostalgia toward the play. Listening to senior goodbye speeches, while touching, didn't quite strike the chord needed for me to start crying. Besides, I never cry during events such as those. The water works come afterward. I'm sure next year, I'll feel something, although never as strongly as those who have been involved in theater for 4 years. It would only be 2 for me, assuming I'm in the pit orchestra next year.
Anyway.
These past few weeks have been somewhat good to me. Nothing really awful has happened, there were a few setbacks, but nothing worth dwelling on. All I'm really doing at the moment is fighting off a cold and eagerly awaiting spring break to begin. Believe you me, I need the rest. The last two weeks, while favorable, have been both physically (blame weight room) and mentally taxing. Sleep is imminent.
Nothing especially troubles me enough to talk about. I know, boring, but nothing I'm feeling really needs to be talked about. I think I'm numb to a great deal of things at the moment. To be honest, I'm not at all questioning this. I'm enjoying it. Maybe it's just because I love the rain so much, and it calms me.
Thanks for reading!
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