Thoughts of a Violinist Giraffe

I find myself going between positively content and depressingly contemplative. It's taking a toll on me psychologically. Hopefully, it won't spread to affecting my academic performance. I've only recently felt like this a little over three or so days ago. It's not enough time to see any lasting effects but one can never be too careful. In a previous entry, I had hoped that the workload would not increase. It has. But it's tolerable and not quite yet at the 'overwhelming' stage. I find that to be a relief. Nothing says overworked than a student staying up several nights in a row trying to finish projects and assignments that teachers tend to overload their students with, in an attempt to tackle everything in one sitting. Which gives me reason to call for some practicality. In real life, I'm sure one isn't expected to do more than he or she can handle. Or is that my idealism speaking? Not much else to talk about today, fortunately. Hopefully th...

Hello again, I guess. I won't pretend the past is past. Not over you yet. Not over you yet. I think I'm trying too hard to get your attention Did I ever mention the hours spent that I've forgotten in the wake of the worst break-up of my life? Does nothing go right anymore? Can't stop thinking of you though I've got someone new in my life. Wanna get over you get over you getting over me tonight... I think I'm trying too hard to get your attention Did I ever mention the hours spent that I've forgotten in the wake of the worst break-up of my life? Does nothing go right anymore? Does nothing shine at night like bright stars over our heads that we stare at while in your bed? Wanna get over you get over you getting over me tonight... I think I'm trying too hard to get your attention but now I can say I've spent enough remembering the worst break-up of my life. Something's going right tonight. Something's going...

... or seemingly so. Festival days are over, yet, I've seen fliers about another set of "days" involving a particular person whose name starts with "M". Honestly ladies and gentlemen, do we really need more "off" days in a school year? I'm sure no one's complaining but I honestly think this lax attitude in the institution will handicap the students in the long run. As for now, well... there's nothing much more to be done. Work doesn't register well in my mind. When I start working, I work. Thinking about it brings images and audio, but trying to express it on paper doesn't seem to work the same way. Unless I wanted to write a short story about the time I was working on Adobe Illustrator CS4 for a small project, but then, who would actually want to read something like that? I'd stick with images and audio. I've recently acquired two albums by Motion City Soundtrack. "I Am the Movie" and "Even if it Kills ...

All that I've come to want lies somewhere where I can't see it.            I can't find it yet. People remind me of what I usually say,                       that is, I'll find it someday                                                - her - ugh, I just can't seem to put it in words that'll do my thoughts justice.                                Just this once, can't I speak coherently? God save me. I'm losing focus.                   Will she ever notice me?             Who's she? Goodness sakes, I'll settle with not knowing -                      at ...

I appreciate festivals. They, well, make everything festive. A particular street on any other given day wouldn't merit even a second look - you come and go, you do what you need to. But on festivals, the streets become dance-floors, shops with bright colors, smiling faces, and flooding with memories. How sad that I'm not a part of it all... I walk through and observe, a tourist. It's always the case, whether in Japan, in Chicago, or here in Xavier University. The Xavier Days have been interesting, to say the least. But I have made no significant memories, nothing to make these festival days any different to any other given day in my life. I've passed by acquaintances and exchanged light conversation, but the company of friends I had none. I did  try to put a mark on the festival but my broken cell-phone lucked me out. More on that later. Sounds like the same old story right? I attend some event down here and I'm on my own, always on my own. You must be tired of he...

Barely two weeks have gone into this second semester and already I feel the irony of ordered chaos. Buying of textbooks, verifying bank accounts, figuring out one's schedule... it's really quite taxing. Despite all this, I've found something like peace in the midst of it. It feels good that I have such a thing this early into the semester. I don't know what might happen if I found it too late. I feel I've found my "zone", so to speak. I am exhibiting the very essence of my entire character and personality at this point in time and it feels rather good. Everyone looks at me and thinks I'm lazing away the day and doing nothing particularly important. Of course, I'm doing quite the opposite. I love living out paradoxes. If this semester keeps up at this particularly pace, I'll be glad. If it speeds up, however, I'll find reason to worry. But that can wait another day. A little ditty for your mind to munch on: A star-filled sky during t...

Registration for the second semester has begun. Upon acquiring my grades, I've come to a fool-hardy prediction: this school year will end in "awesomeness". Yes, I just spoke colloquially. No, I don't intend on using that very often inside of this blog. I hope I didn't offend you. For the moment. (I am desperately trying not to use any emoticons while I'm typing this post, but it's rather difficult. I've done well so far...) As you can very well infer from these words, I am feeling rather jovial. How unfortunate that there's no one to share the joy with. Short post today, just wanted to let you know that this school year will end spectacularly. And I mean spectacularly !!!! ~~~~~~~ Read me like a book Read me in the shade don't forget the way the letters form and say "read me like a book" Take a look I'm feeling good Ain't it obvious? Read me like a book. ~~~~~~~ That was an embarrassing piece of prose. Whelp, I'm don...