I've noticed something this semester. Everyday after class I come back to my apartment, fling my backpack aside, slump down on the couch, and don't know what to do with myself. It's like--I've been looking forward to this moment all day, this moment when class is over, and once is comes upon me, I don't know what to do with it. I haven't looked past that moment. I'm going through that right now. I got out of class at five and came home to an empty apartment. I don't even know what I've been doing with myself this past hour, but nothing of note. I've been going since eight this morning and it feels very uncomfortable to just stop. But my brain and body are tired, so I don't want to start anything, so I'm just left feeling unsatisfied whatever I do or don't do. I think this is called boredom.
I picked up my guitar in an attempt to expel some creative energy. I'm wanting to write songs. I've written one that I'm not particularly proud of, and so I'm not really encouraged to write more that I will also not be proud of. But I'm getting bored of just learning other people's song. Conundrum. Any advice? (I can't think the word "conundrum" without thinking of Natalie Portman.)
Let's say something positive, Laura. I don't have class this Friday or next Monday. Holla. Another positive thing--I've discovered the joy of sleeping in the middle of my bed. I have a double bed, shared by no one, but I would still just sleep on one side of it. It's like I was waiting for someone to come home and occupy the second half of the bed. That's just silly. So last night, I slept in the middle and could stretch out and roll around every which way. It was freeing.
Here's something else freeing.
Rach and I learned how to fly last week.
And sorry if this crosses some sort of TMI line, but I really enjoy not wearing pants. In my apartment, not on the street.
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I know what you mean about feeling discouraged. When I write something that I was expecting to be much better than it actually is, I sort of lose my momentum and then try not to care anymore. And then I don't make another attempt for a long while. But that's not good and people like you are usually the ones to encourage me to try again. So this is me returning the favor. Try again.
Plus, your song is probably better than you think it is. I haven't heard it, but you are your own worst critic.
I always look forward to downtime and then I get mad when I watch the clock tick by and I have nothing to prove for it!
What is your e-mail? I have to add you to my blog since I set it as private recently and you have to sign in to read it.
your blog is private, so i can't leave you a comment. but in the chance you'll check back here, my email address is Laura_Carmack@baylor.edu
I know about that writing thing. Remember that Bear Valley book I was writing? Good grief.
I like that picture!
Oh, go to my blog and click John C (I DO have family and friends' blogs listed now) and hear -and watch- his recital. AMAZING!
Are you coming home today?!!!!!
Thank you thank you!
Thanks for your comment on my 'what, are you kidding me' blog.
that joke took me a while at first. it is so unexpected!
(that's why I didn't add another riddle underneath.)
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