just kidding. see...i can be funny too.
no. not at all.
the drive back with emily wasnt bad. i mean...she and i grew up 15 minutes from each other in environments (both familial and physical) that were/are extremly similar. it's actually kind of interesting to see how alike we are.
but this afternoon...my mom's belly dancing troupe was performing at this juvinile diabetieis fundraiser so i ended up going to that. it was cute. actually, i was kind of proud of mother for doing it. she's not the performing type. and yeah, it was her first performance and her movements werent as fluid as everyone elses, she seemed really into it. and the group of ladies she dances with are all really nice and outgoing so hopefully being around them will make her more gregarious.
when we got back, i ended up going up to my room and just writing for a while. i mean, i dont have my guitar or my ibook with garage band down at school so it's been really difficult trying to lay down any substantive instrumentals. but i got some solid stuff together today. there's just somthing about sitting on my floor, in the same exact spot where i taught myself how to play and just piecing notes together. to me, it's the most pure form of music.
same with poetry. i mean. i love form and structure and all that good stuff but there is just somthing so raw about reading or writing whatever you have in you. not caring about making it pretty or fitting a certain style or anything.
i dont know. i guess maybe because that is how i think and the place where i feel my best writing comes from...just to sit and write and get everything out on paper...have it be somthing tangible. and then deconstruct it and put it back together to create somthing so powerful...if done right...it'll never leave.
because in the end...don't we all want just to be
forever?
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