Stories

When I'm at work - and otherwise, I suppose - I tend to do a lot of tedious and repetitive tasks, such as cutting heads of lettuce and buttering loaves of French bread. My point is, the only thing that I have on hand to entertain myself are my thoughts.

I am constantly day dreaming. The thing is, though, that my day dreams are all made up of stories, like written stories that I think up in my head. They're generally just short little things with no conclusion, perhaps not even a middle, but there are so much stories that I have begun and never finished. It's quite unfortunate that I forget them the moment I stop thinking about them. It would be nice if us human beings were able to literally file things away into our brains for use at later dates.

I was thinking about novels the other day, and how mind blowing some of them are to me. Obviously (maybe), Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings and Chronicles of Narnia are at the top of said mind-blowing-list-of-stories, but there is one other that came to mind as well that isn't quite as popular.

Probably some of my favorite novels, simply because they take me so far from reality, are from The Keys to the Kingdom series. Now, you can find these books in the kids section of Barnes and Noble, and while it is about a young man named Arther and concerns a few other children as characters, I wouldn't recommend it for anyone under 13. Main reason being: it's extremely complicated. Every time I read the first book in the series, Mister Monday, I learn something new that I didn't see before. There are so many bits and pieces that go into this story it's incredible. I've never read books like it besides Harry Potter. Even then, the story is one of a kind. I really hope someone makes movies for them because I would love to see a visual interpretation of the imagery used by Garth Nix and his world.

I'm just going to end here and go read now.

Later days.

Band of the Day: Broken Social Scene

The Place Where He Was Born and Raised

My day was weird. Not in the sense that there were weird events that took place, but it just feels weird in retrospect.

I went to work at 7. School at 10:30.

Today was pay day, so, naturally, I went to the mall and bought two shirts, a hat, and a beanie. Whilst meandering the racks of hats at Zumiez (or whatever the hell it is), the girl that worked there started up conversation, and just straight up skipped the small talk, which was nice. We found out that we're actually both English majors but have never seen each other before. she's only got a semester to go, but still. It was nice to meet someone that I actually have something in common with. We also talked about Kate Chopin and how my Women's Lit. teacher is good, but hard (that's [kind of] what she said).

SEGUE.

I haven't read the Chopin novel that I was supposed to read this week yet. It's just so...BORING.

In other news, I rode my bike about a mile [somewhat] uphill to my powder puff football practice today and just about died because I'm so out of shape. But I'm workin'

on it! I'm starting to walk to school at least 3 times a week and riding my bike once and a while too. ALSO, eating better. Which I'm doing. Which leads me to my next topic: Passion tea. So good. That is all.

Now I'm exhausted and trying to decide whether or not to read some sparknotes on The Awakening tonight. Probably not.

Oh, and I cut my hair.

Later days.

Song of the Day: "I Am A Man Of Constant Sorrow" by The Soggy Bottom Boys, from the O Brother, Where Art Thou? soundtrack

Excessive Use of ALL CAPS

Oh, dear goodness, I have not written anything for a good while.

Basically, my life at the moment consists of work and school and trying to do my homework but not actually doing it, but somehow still getting it done right before class starts. It's a complicated process; takes years to learn, decades to perfect.

Anyway, I never wanted to be one of those people who's life seems completely out of control and busy, but that's definitely me at the moment. Perhaps not totally out of control, but it's intense. I haven't had much time to do music stuff lately, which is a bummer since I'm planning on releasing a demp EP album for Foundation of Fair Fortune in November for Wrockstock. I'm expecting that things will just work out for the best and I'll get it done on time, but who knows.

Let's break things down a little:

School consists of me taking too many credits: History, Women's Lit, Grammar, Comm. Design, Intermediate Ceramics, and Human Development. TOO MANY I TELL YOU. Next semester this will not be happening.

I have a lot of reading to do that I often don't get done on time to talk about it in class. But I try to get it done after, all the same. Also, I have two library books that are like, a week past due. Just remembered. Bugger.

Work happens every day. Some nights I serve, some nights I cook, and at least twice a week I work in the morning before classes. Which sucks considering how hard it is for me to wake up in general, let alone in the morning before 7 am.

During my free time, if I get any, I listen to music, which has lately been a lot of The Midnight Beast and Mumford & Sons. And the new Ingrid Michaelson single. I also read. Slowly but surely. (I swear, I've never met anyone who reads slower than I do)

Plans for the future??

Northern Utah next weekend. So excited. I'll be seeing people that I haven't seen for over a year. And possibly playing a little acoustic set for some friends at a party on Saturday. Good times.

BTW, I turned 20 last week. nbd. Seriously, not a big deal. At all. I thought there would be some sort of psychological thing that would happen, and I'd freak out because I'm not a teenager anymore (because I'm constantly nostalgic for my high school days and don't like change that has some sort of significance like turning 20). BUT NOTHING HAPPENED. Not yet anyway.

Okay I'm done.

Later days.

Song of the Day: "Booty Call" by The Midnight Beast (it's now available on itunes worldwideeeee)

PS-

I'm moving out of my parent's house (Again. I've already done this for my freshman year of college but then I came back.) in about 3 weeks. I'm staying in the same town, but about 5 miles or so north of where I am now. ALSO, I know pretty much all the words to at least 4 of The Midnight Beast's songs. In case you were wondering. Also, AGAIN, I got a new tattoo. It says "I go to seek a Great Perhaps" in a type writer-esque typeface. I love it. My mom...not so much.

I was afraid I'd eat your brains

I feel like if we all listened to The National and Mumford & Sons the world would be a better place.

Maybe it's just me.

Anyway, I had a good birthday. Better than I anticipated.

In other news, I'm still irritated at the fact that Paramore and Tegan and Sara aren't playing anywhere near Utah on their tour right now.

Basically, since I last wrote, nothing's changed. I'll let you know when something does.

Later days.

Song of the day: "Conversation 16" by The National

Movies and Emotions

I just watched Mysterious Skin. I just...I..hmm. I can't even begin to explain what I'm feeling right now. It's like whenever I watch Boys Don't Cry or The Virgin Suicides. I just feel...empty. Not sad, necessarily, but nothing good comes from it, either. It's just a feeling different than what I'm used to. I'm not sure what it is or how to describe it.

For those of you without any morals when it comes to watching movies, like myself, I very much recommend all of the movies I've mentioned. But if you do not fit into that category, I don't recommend them. They're for people who can sit down and watch a film and be fine with whatever happens next. They are very real movies. Very real. Not the real that we all strive to live with in our everyday lives, but the real that those less fortunate than us encounter throughout theirs. The fact that actors can retell the stories of these people and these things that actually happen amazes me.

Back to Mysterious Skin. Now, I know pretty much every person (obviously there are exceptions, but roll with me here) loves Joseph Gorden-Levitt. And I'll be honest: that's why I added this movie to my Netflix queue. BUT I loved Brady Corbet's bit in this movie. Now, I first saw Corbet in Funny Games when I watched that last year, which is just another one of those movies that screws with your emotions, but in a different way than Mysterious Skin. But that is another blog post. Anyway, just seeing the ways that their two characters worked in this movie was incredible. I would elaborate, but I don't really want to get into the plot and such.

For some reason I feel inspired. To do what, I'm not exactly certain of, but something. I just want to create something that can evoke as much emotion in others as some films can do to me. That's always been a goal of mine: to make people feel. It sounds a little odd, but it's something I want to accomplish at some point in my life. Whether it be with words, written or vocal, with music, with art, with anything. I just want to make people feel what I feel right this second, so that they can at least know what the hell I'm talking about.

Later days.

Song of the Day: "White Blank Page" by Mumford and Sons