I know, I know, I haven't posted in a while. I guess I don't really have much to say. I'm sorta kinda trying to figure out various parts of my life right now, which sometimes doesn't leave much time for blogging.
That's soo true. Speaking of which, I really need to start cramming for my exams...well, at least as much as you can 'cram' for a music exam...
~Calminaiel~
"It's Molly on the Shore...if you can play it, you aren't taking it fast enough."
Okay 1 I am sorry i couldn't get on long enough to get a chance to talk to you tonight!!! I will miss you but i will write what happens just for you to have something interesting to read for when we get back.
I know these next few days are going to be hard but you can do it robyn! on the bright side there are no distractions to getting some stuff done in things like english cause I never seem to really let you work. the girl wrote another dumb article in the advocate you should find it and laugh at it(I ha'vn't read it yet but I know it will be dumb!) I wish you the best robyn and I hope you have an amazing time at NYB who am I kidding of course you will have an amazing time! but good luck take a note book to write in and tell me all about it for when you get back! *HUGS* times a million
Music's the only thing that makes sense in this world.
I like comparing life to music, or a road.
I like using analogies to explain things that can't be explained.
I feel like I constantly change, but I'm still not changing fast enough to keep up with the world.
I'm afraid of large crowds.
I'm afraid of complete solitude.
I'm full of contradictions.
I like to imagine that I can think on a deeper level than I actually do.
Sometimes I want to run away.
Comments encourage me to post.
I'm afraid of being just another face in a crowd.
I'm not sure whether complete silence would be calming or frightening.
I love having heart-to-heart talks with people.
Nicknames make my life complete.
If you ask me how I am, and I say I'm alright, chances are I'm not alright.
I like things that smell nice.
I hate being late.
I hate being stressed.
Being late makes me stressed.
I don't like getting dressed up and being really girly because it just takes time. It also makes the few time that I do be really girly even more special.
I get jealous really easily.
I'm a hopeless romantic.
I like dark and scary books about murder, suicide, rape, and psychics.
I like using songs to describe my life. I like artistic pictures, mostly because I'm no good at taking them myself. I believe reality isn't as realistic as we believe. I'm afraid of politics. I apologize a lot. I like having discussions, but not arguments or debates. I generally get depressed during New Years because I don't believe in new beginnings. The most fascinating thing about going on transit is how nobody else knows anything about you, and vice verso. I've learned that I will never be as smart as I think I am.
2 comments:
you know I've eaten way too muhc of your emergency chocolate. I owe you big time :)
Time for a big comment for Robyn time!!!
Okay 1 I am sorry i couldn't get on long enough to get a chance to talk to you tonight!!! I will miss you but i will write what happens just for you to have something interesting to read for when we get back.
I know these next few days are going to be hard but you can do it robyn! on the bright side there are no distractions to getting some stuff done in things like english cause I never seem to really let you work.
the girl wrote another dumb article in the advocate you should find it and laugh at it(I ha'vn't read it yet but I know it will be dumb!)
I wish you the best robyn and I hope you have an amazing time at NYB who am I kidding of course you will have an amazing time! but good luck take a note book to write in and tell me all about it for when you get back!
*HUGS* times a million
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