mind and body

Lately I have been trying to expand my musical library. 6 cds in 2 days? You might say I'm suceeding but it is really only 3 new bands.
Ugh, music is such an issue.
If I ever record stuff I don't think I would feel comfortable asking for money for it because art should be free and why should I be paid for things I love to do?
But I will (albiet grudgingly) pay for cds in the store and don't even like getting them free off file-sharing networks. I do want to support bands but I don't feel like a musician should expect support.
Whatever happened to having practical skills and letting that be your job?
I feel so cheated: no one taught me how to fix things around the house or even how a house works, no one taught me how to garden, no one taught me how to fix a car, no one taught me anything physical.
I have been taught to think and explain and reason and love.
But what am I supposed to do?

Role call

I'm really not in the mood to post. I am tired, bitter, cranky, and feeling humid and gross right now. So less than anything is my need to post right now. But I am going to inflict myself upon you anyway.
Actually I just want to ask who reads this. So when you read this post either comment in the thing or send me an email if you don't know how to comment. I just am curious to see.

I am in trouble...

Omigosh my room is halfway decently organized! Freak out immediately!
Now if the charger for my camera would miraculously reappear like...right now on my back as I lay here typing-
*waits*...nothing
-then I could take a picture of it and show your disbelieving eyes the truth! Don't doubt! It only leads to fear. And we know fear leads to anger. And anger leads to hate. And hate....leads to suffering!
So don't doubt me when I say if you had ever seen a room of mine in the past and you saw this one you would either be completely astounded or slightly bemused depending on how you take suprising things. Also, if you had seen my room at Broadview senior year you probably wouldn't be amazed as I think that was my greatest accomplishment at room organizing. Even if I did steal the desk idea from Oscar. I perfected it!!
But this room, aside from lacking a place to put a few random items now on my bed as well as my awesome autographed guitar, it has things neatly (I stress this) put away.
<inside joke>a-............astounding.</inside joke>
Anyway, today I have to get a haircut (blegh) and also enact my devious, daring, and brilliant plan. It will involve money and, I am assuming, paitience. But time and money well spent I believe.
SO after yet another night of little / no sleep, I must be off to busybee about!
bzzzzzzz

breaking radio silence

My quiet two weeks is nearly at an end! And in the final few moments a few smatterings of contact appear only to further fuel my exitement. I am as giddy as a silly schoolboy. How utterly ridiculous.
Once again I have stayed up the night. But hey, it's mostly because I stayed up the last night and then slept until 5pm. So it doesn't count: I'm on a normal schedule just transposed.
GMT +12.00
My guitar freshly strung, I have written two new songs, complete with words and everything! And I've decided that one of my older songs needs Avi's cello playing to add to the mood. That will take me actually recording the song though and that will be all of infinite days to wait through.
My camera battery still dead, I haven't taken any new pictures. After the trip to Seattle I swear I could have killed anyone who mentioned my lack of camera. Not that anyone ever mentioned me not having a camera, but I'm sure if someone did I would have been pissy with them. Plus you poor readers here at PP don't get to see my latest door sign. I know, I know: your favorite treat.
Speaking of coffee, I could really go for a cup before my eyelids decide to revolt.
No more words
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