that's why i have barely talked to anyone about this. i forget where it was that i saw this- but the idea of keeping something to yourself somehow makes it a little more special and meaningful. when you talk about it wil somehow disintigrate. I dread the upcoming weekend. tests and school work are nothing but when i sit down and try to think about everything that i need to do concering ---this issue, well i feel stagnant and somewhat helpless- i think i am quite caught in this web and i'm not sure what i am supposed to do about. surely i have two previous experiences which would technically allow me to properly analyaze these situations but i'm afraid at the time each one would not listen to the other and then it would all go blank and self destruct. I should know better by now but i don't. maybe i really need to fuck up really badly in order to get it registered in my system and then i will never do it again.
Sunday, September 30, 2007
twenty six days
Monday, September 24, 2007
rejoicing
grr I want to learn how to use my serger. should I just go for it on my own....not that I exactly have any specific projects going right now. I should probably make pillow covers next, although I have little use for any more pillows. Too many of them take up my bed as it is!
There is little concrete evidence to support claims and i trying to look onto the realistic side of things rightnow, and specfically not get my hopes up. I've done that too many time. But I wonder what this all says about me and about where I am going with things. Quiet is daunting but somewhat peaceful. I get to see one of my friends this saturday who I haven't seen in a long time. there is also the potential possibilty of canoeing....which would be different but I think it would be good to shuffle things up a bit. Get minds off certain things....
I am half way done with my paper for my AH class....It's challanging, this assignment. I was taught so long that my writing style was to ...weird that I could use it so gradually I taught myself to write very formally, and I now that I am being asked to be creative again i keep thinking that everything that I write sounds bazaar.
Can you smell that from here? Can you see that? It's so nice. I've been learning that seeing, really seeing, is another form of touching. perhaps closer than touching. what is is like to be seen? to really be seen....to have someone look at you and have a relationship strictly through the eyes. I think my current situation is helping me better understand this "Darsan" because I consistantly try to look for more in gestures than there really is.
My camera is officially dead. My phone survived. I would have prefered it the other way around.
Thursday, September 20, 2007
september 20th, one month
It's fun now to be wrapped up in a christmas quilt sitting in the library, enjoying presence, enjoying what I have despite of circumstances. I can be thankful and I am for what I have here. "Silence is Golden" or so I have been told in a number or ways, the latest of which was on a movie screen.
I need a new outside of school project, having completed socks, slippers, aprons, and a few dresses. What will be next....about time I used some of all that fabric that I bought.
The plants look nice in here and the red flowers give it something extra. Not the smell, not the look, something else.
For a long time I have been trying to think of word or a defintion of something that exceeds what people see and know as pleasure and/ or love. I can't put a finger on it, but once and while it will catch me off guard and it leaves me in awe. The Recurring dream, for instance. Two different rooms right next to eachother, an old fashion greenhouse with small mossy pools (the first) and a two floor library (the second.) They walk into me about once a month and i am always left feeling unsettled but happy. A separate example: when I hear something lovely, in particular, a piece of music with harmony and crescendo. Some architecture will also make me feel this way. That prickly feeling you get when you are having a really great time with someone- not even someone you know too well. That person smiling and laughing in the corner of the room, and you wishing you had the guts to go and strike up a conversation. Some of these things give more pleasure than any kind of intimacy. I am sceptical that this will change. I just wish sometimes I knew someone who understood this.
I seek out someone who appreciates and sees these things too but am doubtful they will talk to me. Sometimes I just like being around him for no reason. But why am I still here?
Friday, September 14, 2007
Monday, September 10, 2007
ambivalent
Other things are unclear as welll.....my like hate relationship with tom waits continues at the present moment as mule variations seems to play, and the clock ticks away and i enjoy being unclear, ambivalent, and oh so teenager again.