Tomorrow

I have a choir concert tomorrow.

I'll fly home two weeks from tomorrow.

Tomorrow is the last day of the last full week of classes.

Tomorrow rocks.

"Music expresses feeling and thought, without language; it was below and before speech, and it is above and beyond all words."

— Robert G. Ingersoll

Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.

There is no such thing as "our own words." It's what we do with the words that are already out there that makes our work unique.

Red and blue switch sides in a heart. A real one is too complicated to draw all the time. So heart shapes splatter the pages of notes between lovers and elementary school children.

"In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights and cups of coffee? In inches, in miles, in laughter and strife? In five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes, how do you measure a year in the life?" - RENT

"I have measured out my life with coffee spoons." - T.S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

Breathe

"So cradle your head in your hand 

and breathe, just breathe."

- Anna Nalick

I've been dizzy for about 5 days now. It's the longest attack I've had in my 3 years of experience. I've been hyperventilating, I'm told. I don't realize it. I'll see a neurologist on May 5th.

In better news, I've been talking to the ladies at the Jamba Juice on campus and there's a good chance that I could work there next semester. They're very sweet, and I would love to work with them.

That's my update. 

=]

Sorry.

This song is appropriate.

"Vague sound of rain

pierces through my song again

but I get distracted by the way his toes move

when he plays

so I let it burn

I just poured my heart out

there's bits of it on the floor

And I take what's left of it and rinse it under cold water

And call him up for more

And I say baby, yes I feel stupid to call you, but I'm lonely

And I don't think you meant it when you said you couldn't love me

And I thought maybe if I kissed the way you do, you'd feel it too

He said I'm sorry

so sorry

I'm sorry

so sorry

He grabs my wrists

as my fingers turn into angry fists

and I whisper why can't you love me, I'll change for you

I'll play the part

And I say baby, so I feel stupid to call you, but I'm lonely

And I don't think you meant it when you said you couldn't love me

And I thought maybe if I kissed the way you do, you'd feel it too

He said I'm sorry

so sorry

I'm sorry

I am sorry

He said I'm sorry

so sorry

I'm sorry

I am sorry"

- Maria Mena

English is a Masturbation Major.

Community Building Through Literature

My English 320 professor just explained myself to me. English majors (that's me) live through mediated experiences. They compare situations that occur in real life to either other real life experiences or experiences found and read about in books. These books allow you to see life from another perspective. We live vicariously through them. They take us to another world that we could not necessarily otherwise experience. They allow us to escape from our lives. Books provide difference - radical "otherness."

"Literature can be thought of as the user's manual for human beings." - Anonymous

Some read for identity, to get another perspective on a similar circumstance. Because literary texts are typically narratives, they do not only approach being something, they also evaluate what it means to do being that something. Life imitates art which is an imitation of life. Society is constituted by what we collectively know. Movies are passive. Books are active.

"Readers are a community of the damned." - Craig Howes

Love and Peace or Else

"As you enter this life
I pray you depart
With a wrinkled face
And a brand new heart"

- U2

This is my first Blogger entry. *turns on an applause track*

I've been discovering the different aspects of myself recently. I like who I see myself becoming, as I'm working on my optimism. Whoever said I can't be who I want to be?

Smile. It helps.