Sunday, September 4, 2011

Posting lyrics to stir sympathy?

I guess I understand the appeal behind it. Nevertheless, I'll resist the temptation.



But for a song to pop into my head, unwarranted...a song I've only heard in passing long, long ago...and have it be so relevant to my situation?




My subconscious is an asshole.

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Attractive women and Blood Centers don't mix

Damn near passed out today. Not the best first impression.

Friday, May 20, 2011

Less than a cell.

You've got about 50 trillion cells in your body.

There are almost 7 billion people on earth.

Our planet orbits one of anywhere between 200 to 400 billion stars in our galaxy.

There are around 500 galaxies within the observable universe.

Friday, October 8, 2010

"Everything happens for a reason"

Really? No shit! Last time I checked, we lived in a reality ruled by causality. The reason for X is Y. The reason for this dude punching that guy is that guy pissing this dude off. The reason for this guy eating that sandwich is because he was hungry.

Thanks for the insight on one of the most basic and conspicuous workings of our reality, faggots.

/vent

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

The neat thing about honey...

This is from my experience. There's this moment between when the honey touches my tongue and the when I taste it, which is all too conspicuous to me. It lasts a whole second, which is quite a long time compared to the usual reaction time with other foods. However, I find the anticipation to be well-rewarded.

Thursday, September 2, 2010

Second sleeps are great

I heard one of the best ways to attain the most lucid dreams is to go back to sleep shortly after the time you're accustomed to waking up. If you ever get the opportunity, try it out. I just woke up two hours ago from a 5-hour sleep (I had to wake up at 6:30 to drop my sister off at school) and the whole time I could've sworn I was awake.

Friday, July 30, 2010

I lack a fire.

I haven't written a song since...well, songwriting class. I doubt this some sort of trivial artist's block; I'm beginning to think that I don't have the mind of an artist.

I enjoy playing music because it's cathartic (and hella fun, depending on the song). When I try writing something, I get nowhere near any lyrics. Loads upon loads of melodies and chord progressions, but not a word. What do I want to sing about? I don't know; I haven't found anything worth singing about in months. Teacher said I had a bit of writing talent, but it's useless without something to use it on. I REALLY want to avoid creating something sappy or mopey or corny...but maybe, for a time, that's going to be unavoidable, until I can find the line that divides the trite song from the honest one.