Analogies

As a musician, I frequently employ analogies to explain things, and I've noticed that most of my professors use them too. For instance, dissonance is crunchy, like leaves. Dr. Hebert says things are "sizzly" like "crispy fried chicken" and then (usually) "Ooooh, lunch."
=D

Metaphors are also good. Sometimes they occur to me, and I don't write them down, because they're usually the product of bitterness, and I'm not fixin' to have that. Sometimes they're the result of buoyant cheer, sometimes profound sadness. Either way, I read them and I feel so thankful that I was taught well enough to create this:
"Every fiber of my being is wretched with apology."
"In fashion, give hints - not answers."
"When I see you, I know who I am again. I hear your voice and I have found gravity."
"Gil carefully washes his paintbrushes, flooding the sink with colorful dreams."
"She refused to look at the lush furniture, the vibrant paintings converging at the corners of her vision."
Fiction writing is the best of ideas.
Now, go bed.

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Sometimes

Sometimes when I quickly scan text, I see words that aren't what they appear to be at first. It's pretty interesting - I was just reading through a message and I was convinced that the word "Vagina" was somewhere in the title. It was not.
I'm pretty sure that's how they make movies so enthralling. They'll create a scene, but leave part of the image out, so that your mind has to create it in sequence. You're not supposed to notice it, like the dirty things they put in Disney movies for people who have time to freeze-frame their VCRs and see mermaid penises.
So, how was your day?

This week has already been incredibly stressful, and it's not even remotely close to over. It's times like these when I really just want to sleep - not die or leave or quit my major or anything - I just want a few more hours to sleep, one less obligation.
This is going to sound really strange, and unlike me, but it's days like today that I really miss Maurice. If he were at school, and we were together, today I could have come home to his apartment, watched some Family Guy, made some spaghetti, and he would have listened to me vent about my day (even though it wasn't that stressful). Instead, I called him, which I very rarely do, and he was very kind and listened to me complain for ten minutes.
He's such a good person, and I'm really, really lucky that he isn't like me in some ways.

Let's move on so I don't dwell too much, or too publicly.
I'd like to just list things I like, and if that's irritating, suck it up.
I Very Much Like:
-yogurt pretzels
-classic bubblegum
-A certain very cute guy
-walks
-animals
-Lindsey Fitz
-Ryan McGuire
-proper grammar
-writing in general
-MUSIC (durrrrrr)
-my wifey :)
-cooking
-ballet
-BOOKS
-cynicism
-feminism
-lithography
-Allyson, Jackie, Alexis, and J's apartment!!
-FASHION
-clothes omg!
-!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
-Jesus (actually, I love Him)
-violet
-roses
-faith, hope, and love

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Sexual stereotypes

Sometimes, when Dabney and I are bored in Studio (frequently) we play this game. It's pretty mean, but it's funny. We peg everyone who gets up to sing as some sort of sexual stereotype.
Be warned, if you attend voice studio.

Moving right along...my brother is wonderful. Absolutely and without question. Earlier I was talking to my Mom on the phone, and I overheard him say, "Jesus Christ dyed Easter eggs for our sins."
=D
Needless to say, it's now my Facebook status. I much prefer something like that to a physical state of being; I don't care if you know that I am in the library (I am never in the library) or how I'm feeling and FML! and all of that. I'd much rather tell you that Jesus dyed Easter eggs for our sins.
Okay?
Okay.
I love granola - you should too!

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Fold

I'm in the process of sorting and folding my laundry...I shouldn't be awake, but I am.
It's been a pretty serious trend this semester, this wakefulness at inappropriate times and sleepiness in Psychology (and other various classes) which is equally inappropriate.

I'm really displeased with my second story in Writing Fiction. The concept was great - seriously, I'm really proud of that aspect of it - but I could barely write it. For some reason, I couldn't make the current flow very well. I didn't develop anything to the point where it would be believable, and then I got really tired, so I just killed my main character. Lame.
I'm working on my revision, and I'm trying something new (for me): working backwards. I started from the end and I'm working my way to the beginning. It helps me streamline my brain and the direction of the overall piece. Hopefully, this will work out well.
Let's see...other insights into my own perspective that you didn't know about previously but you suspected all along, except you weren't brave enough to ask me, kind of like how you're not brave enough to wear skinny jeans with beat up sneakers or a sundress with roller skates. Exactly like that.
I would love to go into fashion, especially fashion journalism (if that's a real field and not just a product of my wishful thinking) because I think I'd be pretty good at it. I love to dress people, so if you ever want me to come over and pick out something, just let me know!
I totally will, but you do have to trust me to some degree, providing that I don't tell you to wear one of those M&M costumes on a first date.
=D

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Buoyancy

Truly I tell you, there really is something to the whole unattainable thing. It's very attractive. I'm not saying it's good, but...I guess I like trouble.
Don't worry, I'm not talking about anyone who is currently in a relationship.
I just got some really freaking awesome new clothes - I am SO excited about them!!
I'm sure I'll wear all of them at one time in the same place and everyone will laugh because I'll be hyper excited...but I don't care, because they are quite stylish. I think I've decided my favorite looks are ultra feminine with an edge. Classic silhouettes with something 'wrong'.
Speaking of silhouettes, I've heard before that because I have an hourglass frame, I shouldn't wear pencil skirts...but you know what? They really work on me, so I do it anyway!
Screw rules, especially when it comes to fashion.
I think it's sexier when you give hints but not answers when it comes to clothing.

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So, what do you want?

I have no idea. And I know that I can't treat people well with that in mind. That's why.
I could talk about this for days, but that would be pretty unfair to Brian, since he probably doesn't even know about this blog, unless he Facebook stalks like a fiend (and in that case, I wouldn't have dated him).
Anyway.
I feel like a terrible person, and I have felt like a terrible person for a week or so. I knew it, I always knew it, instantly, and yet I still moved forward. Just a heads up, if you don't think you're ready for something, don't do it. Chances are that you won't be ready for it and you'll eventually hurt someone very, very badly. It's perfectly tempting to just say yes, but that won't fix your problems or your reputation or whatever is plaguing you. It's like trying to hide a bump by slathering on makeup. It might appear flawless from a cursory glance, but when you get close enough to see, it's pasted and fake. So, don't do it.
What am I going to wear tomorrow?
Maybe I'll play my game. This game is called CLOTHES OMG.
Step 1: load a bunch of random clean clothes into a bin
Step 2: pour bin onto your bed (or something else large, flat, and comfortable)
Step 3: close your eyes and fall onto your clothes
Step 4: wear whatever your hands are touching

See? You pretty much always win. I like games, and I refer to most things as games, like when people are talking smack about other people. I say, "Oh, I know this game!"
Today was so dramatic, and I'm going to take a shower to slough it off.

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Villainous pears

I have some pears, and I am very excited about them! I always put my fruit in a basket on my kitchen counter, because I love the way it looks, and really, why not?
My roommates like to move it around, but I still put it back =P I'm such a rebel!

Let's see....deep introspection....

I'm having trouble meeting and resolving the concept of "God" in my short story. In most dystopian stories, God is replaced by something, but there's so much sacred music that I don't think I could get away with ignoring it. When you create another world, you can't leave many loose ends.
Compulsion to comply against will to refuse. Think about how many relationships you have with people in general where that's true.

I'm building my poetry wall. Send me your favorite poems, because I'm always up for adventure!
I'm seriously considering traveling after undergrad...right now it's looking like the UK!!
I will let you know what happens, I'm sure, as cryptically as necessary.
Cripple Ripple.

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