Hey!!!
So, today I took my Health and French midterms. Health was... Eek. French was a breeze. I need practice concentrating I noticed. I always get sidetracked.
Wow... Today was pretty boring.
I am obsessed with a song called, "The Wanting Comes in Waves/Repaid" by The Decemberists. It's really good ( you know, I think so).
While I was listening to the song, I was sort of reminded by my lack of ambition in certain aspects. I don't mean serious lack of ambition, I mean... Well I'll try and explain and hopefully you'll understand.
So, the song begins with a guy singing to a bit of a slow tempo, then the song kind of picks up and all of the other instruments begin playing. The chorus begins and you hear back up singing "ooooh oooooh oh oooh". Anyways, I love that part. As with most songs I like, I try and imagine actually singing it. In my little daydream of singing this song, I wanted to sing back up. Just like with every other song. I always want to sing the harmony or the "ooooh oooh". That's weird, right? Why sing back up when you can be center stage? It reminds me of how I have practically zero desire to have an actual career. Career. Ugh. What is a career, anyway?
I think that if I ever won the lottery I would never get a job. I might teach. I might do publishing. Maybe, I could be one of those costume designers whose work I appreciate so much, who always make the clothing that people are wearing on films match the background. Do you ever look out for stuff like that while you're watching a program? I do, I love the color combinations.
Maybe I could design book covers. I'd like to own a book/tea shop. Grace and I have that all planned out, she's going to own the bakery next door. In my book shop, the floors would be blue, and the bookcases would be pretty mahogany. There would be a wall of picture frames and candles that would never be lit ( books are flammable). . There would be squishy armchairs and cute tables. The building would be brick with ivy on the outside and long windows. That would be such a wonderful little place. I would have dozens of different kinds of teas available. Really exotic stuff, too.
Oh that would be so awesome. I could go to work, pour myself a cup of tea, sit in an armchair and write a novel or something. That would be amazing. I wonder if I'd ever be good enough or committed enough to write a novel. I hope so. Maybe I'd get rich and then I wouldn't need to win the lottery. I'm rambling. I don't even know what I'm talking about anymore. Am I meant to sing back up? Or do I just convince myself that center stage is too hard? What am I talking about?
-D.F.T.B.A.-
Mina;)
So, today I took my Health and French midterms. Health was... Eek. French was a breeze. I need practice concentrating I noticed. I always get sidetracked.
Wow... Today was pretty boring.
I am obsessed with a song called, "The Wanting Comes in Waves/Repaid" by The Decemberists. It's really good ( you know, I think so).
While I was listening to the song, I was sort of reminded by my lack of ambition in certain aspects. I don't mean serious lack of ambition, I mean... Well I'll try and explain and hopefully you'll understand.
So, the song begins with a guy singing to a bit of a slow tempo, then the song kind of picks up and all of the other instruments begin playing. The chorus begins and you hear back up singing "ooooh oooooh oh oooh". Anyways, I love that part. As with most songs I like, I try and imagine actually singing it. In my little daydream of singing this song, I wanted to sing back up. Just like with every other song. I always want to sing the harmony or the "ooooh oooh". That's weird, right? Why sing back up when you can be center stage? It reminds me of how I have practically zero desire to have an actual career. Career. Ugh. What is a career, anyway?
I think that if I ever won the lottery I would never get a job. I might teach. I might do publishing. Maybe, I could be one of those costume designers whose work I appreciate so much, who always make the clothing that people are wearing on films match the background. Do you ever look out for stuff like that while you're watching a program? I do, I love the color combinations.
Maybe I could design book covers. I'd like to own a book/tea shop. Grace and I have that all planned out, she's going to own the bakery next door. In my book shop, the floors would be blue, and the bookcases would be pretty mahogany. There would be a wall of picture frames and candles that would never be lit ( books are flammable). . There would be squishy armchairs and cute tables. The building would be brick with ivy on the outside and long windows. That would be such a wonderful little place. I would have dozens of different kinds of teas available. Really exotic stuff, too.
Oh that would be so awesome. I could go to work, pour myself a cup of tea, sit in an armchair and write a novel or something. That would be amazing. I wonder if I'd ever be good enough or committed enough to write a novel. I hope so. Maybe I'd get rich and then I wouldn't need to win the lottery. I'm rambling. I don't even know what I'm talking about anymore. Am I meant to sing back up? Or do I just convince myself that center stage is too hard? What am I talking about?
-D.F.T.B.A.-
Mina;)
AHH! Way am I not part of this amazing idea? You have betrayed me! I could provide the art for you, right? How could you forget me? Whine. I love you!
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