Thoughts of Ann Landers :]

" Personality is the ability to say Yes; character is the ability to say No."  – Ann Landers

i hope to possess both. :]

l'amour

There's no way anyone, who can truely hear music, can be a bad person. l'amour.

se souviennent...

"Pensez à toutes les choses que nous avons partagées et avons vues - ne pensent pas aux choses qui pourraient avoir été. si vous trouvez jamais un moment, épargnez une pensée pour moi.

Se souvenir de moi, de temps en temps, s'il vous plaît me le promets, vous allez essayer. Si jamais vous trouvez un moment une pensée de moi."

No duh we're related...;]

Grrr.....

Smiling is the best medicine. :]


Oh hey! Everyone close one eye! Look mom! We are cute! :]



How Queer Man Is.

the person is not something one can study and provide for; he is something one struggles for. But unless he also struggles for himself, unless he knows that there is a struggle, he is going to be just what the planners think he is.

-Walker Percy

Discipline.

Wake up, the sun is shining thru my window. I march out of bed in pursuit of my daily routine: dancing before school, grabbing some coffee, and i'm off! Rushing to beat the Jccc traffic.

Sometimes there are no words to say. Life can take many forms, but perhaps the strongest in our ways of discipline.

As a dancer, strength is neccessary.
Every move-strong.
Outside I am strong. Inside, i'm mesmorized by the music; letting it carry me away.

Passionately. Violently.

1-2-3-4 and 1 and 2 and 3 and 4 and Plie´,Eleve´, and Coupe´ landing in second. Again.

As i'm listening to the familiar waltz, my mind wanders...like i'm highly intoxicated, I obligingly let the music carry me away. My feet-tight. My arms-strong. Strong but graceful, I dance for myself. I dance for those watching me.
My feet ache.

I cannot tell a lie: I have a long ways to go. And like any athelete, i'm competitive and arrogant.

Discipline.
Passion.
Pain.

...and I let the music take my body away.


Tonight, I'll prepare to do the same thing for tomorrow. Discipline. Discipline.

A dancer...

My obesssion with coffee is hardly tolerable.

have a crush on a barista;

swear by a grinder, at a grinder;

spill while driving;

get a cupholder;

spill;

get a fat-bottom mug;

spill again;

try wearing brown pants;

believe whoever invented iced-mocha's & chocolate covered graham crackers should be canonized;

chafed at the foreign names;

ordered a large; been shunned;

and, while giggling at a Triple-Tall-Half-Caff-Skinny-cappuccino-Splash-Almond-Splash-Orange-Extra-Hot-Extra-Foam,

remember that once,

the only choices were Here

and To Go...

                       a poem in the bathroom at toads.

Passion: [Beauty] When a person is completely overcome with beauty and loses all sense of morality.

PASSION. 

My passion?

 ...Music is pouring out into this cold afternoon air: Beethoven, Bach, Schumann, and Debussy. My practice room windows are now open to let the cold January wind in. This damp, high ceilinged room smells of dust, smoke and candels. [Sigh.] In spite of everything, a slow reluctant joy is rising once again.

AND...

I really don't know what i'd be without my little old piano. It's at the least: intoxicating...More than drugs. 

Intoxicating myself with the sound of my piano keys and the smell of you still lingering on me. And here I'll stay, perfectly content.

Me? I'm a mirage.

Floating from one place to the next. Stumbling, i should say.

...as I play these haunting melodies, my piano is a comfort. "Play on, keys! Your pianist has broken the trance." I hear screaming through the melody. But, I'll play the keys this time, instead. 

My old piano is a comfort tonight. Maybe it'll distract me...enough. </3

charlie.

 

 

Little by little, one travels far.

[Blue] If you're wondering what's going on in my head right now...

[You told me not to be blue for you, but honey i've disregarded that]
Sapphire, azure, beryl, cerulean, cobalt, indigo, navy...blue. I can't get it out of my worn out mind. Ah.

[Blue: I'll sink in it's ocean]

I have this...passion for books and music. I have alot of passions, but none as big as my love for books and music. My piano and books are my best friends; they're so very nice, too. Recently, I indulged, and bought 73$ worth of piano sheet music and 7 books from none other than Borders. And then ordered 'Handel's Arias'' and 'Debussy: The complete works.' I think I'm set for a while. :] My charlie was veryyyy happy when he saw all his new music. [Charlie is my piano. stopbeingjealous]

I think I'll paint Charlie blue.

On another note, I really do wish they wouldn't play christmas music so early...Right now is the time to enjoy it, and it's been worn out a month ago. Gerrr. There, that's my random thought flowing through my mind. I'm sure there are some who would agree and those who think i'm absurd. boo hoo.

Finals are here, which mean:
Zero sleep. Check.
Coffee. Check.
Zero food. Check.
More coffee. Check.
Even more coffee. Check.

Oh, the joy.

[Dramatic Pause]
THE END IS ALMOST HERE.

And just in case you're wondering....blue is NOT my favorite color. That's yellow.
Blue just happens to be stuck in my mind.
So much chitterchatter of mine.
[Thanksforlistening.]