Turvy

I noticed a pattern late in the night yesterday, or this morning. Odd that it should repeat in such an opposite way. I'm going to do all I can to have it end up the same as last time. Chances are it will.

My room is no longer a place I like to be. The clutter is too much. I think I'm finally beginning to grow up.

This next year is going to be more hard work than I'd bargained for. Focus will be one of this years main ideas.

My foot has just fallen asleep. A sign perhaps? Breakfast might be a good idea.

< midweek

This has been a week full of

excitement, fun, delusion, worry, stress, relaxation, exhilaration, pain, accomplishment, laziness, boredom, fear, sadness, loneliness, frustration, happiness, and love, just to name a few.

I don't really have much else to say to the general public.

Packing..

So, Banff. I'm going tomorrow morn.
I have to pack.
Packing is my least favorite thing to do, ever.
First you have to do piles and piles of laundry.
You have to think of EVERYTHING you'll need for whatever period of time.
You have to consider everything you don't need.
You have to wait until the last minute, after showering, before packing toiletries and things.
It's too complicated.
You get distracted and start doing anything but packing...
Yep, I fail at packing.
I'll go try again.

Nothing Important

It's nights like these..

I want to sleep, I'm tired, but I don't want to sleep.
Leftover anger is still underlying my thoughts.
My trombone is stuck again..
Everyone's in bed.
I'm alone tonight.
I'm freezing cold. I could put on a hoodie or get under my covers. I don't want to.
I wish I were calmer.
So much stress.
Sometimes, like tonight, I can focus the stress, channel it and use it.
But damn does it leave me exhausted.
Exhausted but with an overly active brain.
Bad combo. Like orange juice and chicken noodle soup. (If you've never tried these at the same time, don't.)
I meant to sit up a while and wind down, read or just sit and think.
I end up sucked into the internet like usual. Not in a bad way, just a redundant way.
I'm redundant.
Redundant!
Redundant.
I'm a terrible speller too.

That is all.

Purge!!!

Today I made a feeble beginning to what will hopefully become a room purge. I began by taking down a few posters and bits of paper and things I had tacked to my walls. Next I plan on attacking the mounds of clothing and stuff on my floor. Eventually I'd like to work on throwing away junk and cutting down on my material possessions. I'll soon be getting a real desk! The main goal is to create a cleaner look, more zen and maybe even with a touch of minimalism (ooo). This is a large undertaking.

Updates to follow.

In other news, I'm soon going to Banff with the school band. I need to buy some groceries. We're going to make pudding!

Art Beat

There are a number of things. Weakness, feeble nothings. Clanging through the window, I can hear it. It's the flag rings against the pole. Pole. Tadpole. Frog, prince, charming harming my innerness. Skateboard thumping on the sidewalk cracks. Attacks the night silence. Violence around but not shining tonight. Light in my face from the lamp. Vamping on the changes, ranges increasing of the vocal and instrumental sort. Abort! System overload and we're going down. Down town, where the art beat beats to the sound of the city. Pity the fool who gives their all. Stalling for time when they commit the Crime of the Century. Venture into the unknown and bow before it's majesty and style, all the while never forgetting where it is you come from. Hum and whistle till the moonlight steals your mind and you'll find that there's more than what's behind. Mixin' matchin' fixin' snatchin' the prize from under your eyes. I don't think you realize the complication of your actions. Factions and fractions of doubt in your words. Listen to the birds.