I was going to write some long, drawn-out dissertation on something mind-bogglingly important, coupling the recent trend in music lyrics to the overall percentage of people claiming to be lonely, and then I figured, "Why bother?"
pogrešam ste. Mood: Fuck it. Music: Nemesea - Broken
Life's been, well, very lively these past few... I Don't even know anymore. My days and nights blend together with the shrieks and happy giggles of my son, smoothed over with the narrators voice of not only my internal monologue, but the soothing rhythms of music and "The Universe".
I Can barely sleep for excitement, and in some cases, a withering feeling of dread at the trip to come. In less than two weeks, I Will be driving at least ten plus hours to a campground near the southern tip of the state. I'm beginning to debate that I've lost my mind, or gained a very disturbing hobby. In any case,I Think all of the hard work, pin-pricks and craziness will be worth it. I will look amazing, and my son will be adorable in his tunics. Mood: AUGH. Music: Blutengel - The Oxidising angel + AngelZoom - Fairyland
I've spent quite a good bit away from the computer as of late, Taking the time that my fingertips and mind needed to heal.
I'd like to believe that I've emerged stronger, and better than I have been prior. I am by no means a super-woman, and I've stopped trying to be. Perfection is no longer what I'm aiming for, Merely Human.
My new obsession/interest has been learning German, mostly due to my having stumbled across BlutEngel on YouTube. So far, I Can speak a few phrases, and communicate on the most basic of levels. Still, Nowhere near as proficient as I Would like to be.
Taking the time for myself has been fruitful. I've been painting and sewing again, and am Even planning a trip in September to a rather large SCA event. (Let's all hope that I can pull off this "Social" thing without too much of a hitch, hmm??)
I Have not, however, allowed myself to write. Every time in the past that I have sat down before this keyboard, or with pen and paper, I only seem to delve into the negative. While melancholia can be a creative force, I'd rather not use it, though I'd much prefer it's use put to such an end.
The crazy cat lady has struck again. My most recent count of hair-brained, fuzzy children has risen to 11. IT is quite themad-house, and I'm beginning to think multi-colour cat fur should be a fashion statement, albeit a rather... hairy one.
Mood: Entralled. Music: Blutengel - Über den Horizont
