dave (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} songofdevotion) wrote,@ 2003-12-19 01:27:00 |
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24 hour time
perhaps i draw too much upon my inbox as a source of journal inspiration:
verbatim excerpts from email subjects.
damp and mouldy
muffled and false
was crawling towards
irresolutely: but what
did i know
scrutinizing some inconspicuous
boxoffice girl wrinkled
of stone because
you still look the same
looking back on that, post-1:27am, it looks pretty bad. but it's there, there's no going back now. i reject you, backspace key! and all of your metaphorical/metaphysical implications!
i don't know what sort of mood i'm in-
sort of detached from myself, looking at myslef typing on the keys with the glow of the monitor reflecting off my glasses. it hurts my head and my heart to think of how many hours a day i spend in front of a computer.
on the horizon: christmas in michigan (filmed on location - perhaps an ideal setting ), new year's in san francisco.
justin had many handwritten notes taped to his wall, one of which semi-ironically proclaimed, "A TWENTYSOMETHING SPEAKS!!" and that is how i feel right now.
over the past month i've been trying to figure out what i really want to do and where i should go over the next weeks/months/years/&c and have come to a few conclusions. i need to spend more time making music, studying music, taking music more seriously. i spent too much time in college working with computers and now i think i have some catching up to do in music - i've had little formal instruction. eventually i think i would like to go to school for digital media/computer music.
i would also like to get back into photography.
and to make more friends here, as my bestest friend (sir jmperez) is leaving quite soon.
my brain has stopped working so i think i'll go to bed - goodnight, perhaps we'll hear more soon -
perhaps i draw too much upon my inbox as a source of journal inspiration:
verbatim excerpts from email subjects.
damp and mouldy
muffled and false
was crawling towards
irresolutely: but what
did i know
scrutinizing some inconspicuous
boxoffice girl wrinkled
of stone because
you still look the same
looking back on that, post-1:27am, it looks pretty bad. but it's there, there's no going back now. i reject you, backspace key! and all of your metaphorical/metaphysical implications!
i don't know what sort of mood i'm in-
sort of detached from myself, looking at myslef typing on the keys with the glow of the monitor reflecting off my glasses. it hurts my head and my heart to think of how many hours a day i spend in front of a computer.
on the horizon: christmas in michigan (filmed on location - perhaps an ideal setting ), new year's in san francisco.
justin had many handwritten notes taped to his wall, one of which semi-ironically proclaimed, "A TWENTYSOMETHING SPEAKS!!" and that is how i feel right now.
over the past month i've been trying to figure out what i really want to do and where i should go over the next weeks/months/years/&c and have come to a few conclusions. i need to spend more time making music, studying music, taking music more seriously. i spent too much time in college working with computers and now i think i have some catching up to do in music - i've had little formal instruction. eventually i think i would like to go to school for digital media/computer music.
i would also like to get back into photography.
and to make more friends here, as my bestest friend (sir jmperez) is leaving quite soon.
my brain has stopped working so i think i'll go to bed - goodnight, perhaps we'll hear more soon -
