I've been told I can be, like, a little emo, but I just think I have the right to, like feel. In case you're not, like, 15 and don't know what emo means, here is a definition:
The term "emo" has also been used in recent years on the Internet as a form of insult, especially toward those who appear emotionally unstable, or those who talk about issues in their personal lives to people in public forums or chat rooms. Similar to popular profanity, it tends to be used as a general insult even when it is not directly applicable. Phrases such as "cheer up, emo kid" are used frequently as a quick brush-off in this context. Some people use the term "emo" to describe a feeling of depression, alluding to the association of depression with the "emo" subculture. [Source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emo_%28slang%29]
It's something all the cool people are saying, so you should know it. So you're not made fun of by like, teenagers and stuff.
I began to get sentimental at word 48,465. I was almost afraid. What will I do with my life when I get to 50,000? I would have all that extra time, what if i felt empty? I almost stopped. But I kept going and when I got to the 50,000th word ("further" if you were wondering) I just knew. I knew exactly what must be done. Sleep.
Good night! Thanks to everyone for cheering my on and your support. I will reply to all my neglected emails this weekend.
After hours of writing and transcribing what I wrote on my trip, I am to 44,014 words. And at this point, I not only see the light at the end of the tunnel, but Rainbow Brite. Do you remember her? I don't know if its an 80s thing or not. I had two of her dolls and one of them had two outfits. One was her normal shiny blue one and the other other pink pajamas and slippers with white fur. The slippers were really hard to put on her plump yellow feet and took forever. And my brain seems to be fried because I'm talking shit. Rainbow Brite and her plump feet?!?!? Oh Lordy, only 5,986 words to go. Let's hope I don't completely lose my mind till then.
Hey everyone! I'm back from my lovely vacation and can't wait to share it all with you, but unfortunately I have four days left to write 15,354 words for Nanowrimo. So this is a place holder until December when I will upload all my photos and stuff. Take care till then!
PS When did Paris and Britney become friends??? You leave for one week and all of a sudden everything is different; Paris has a new BFF and Munich gets taken over by a fog. What is the world coming to? Sigh.
Although a getaway weekend may be just that, most trips have an underlying quest. We’re looking for something. What? Fun, escape, adventure – but then what? … It’s not the destinations; it’s the ability to be on the road, happy trails, out where no one knows or understands or cares about all the deviling things that have been weighting you down, keeping you frantic as a lizard with a rock on its tail. People travel for as many reasons as they don’t travel…In his poem, “Words from a Totem Animal, W.S, Merwin cuts to the core:
Send me out into another life lord because this one is growing faint I do not think it goes all the way.
Tomorrow I am off to Rome, and contrary to popular belief, I will not be attending The Wedding. They had limited seating and I was not invited, but we are still on good terms. Instead, I will meet my friend Karla who will be flying in from New York. After two days in Rome we will take a train to Florence for two days and then spend another two days in Torino before we fly home (i.e. Paris) for four days. As you can imagine, I am MEGA excited about this trip. Although, a testiment to the fact that I have become exceedingly pesimistic, I keep waiting for something to go wrong and get in the way of my trip. But if all goes according to plan, I am off tomorrow evening.
I am not sure what I am looking for on this trip...I think beauty, meeting interesting people, shopping, inspiration, lots to write about and most importantly; courage. It's the one thing I find lacking in my heart at the moment that I really need.
Have a lovely week and I leave you with the lyrics of my current favorite song, Feelin Good. If you have a chance, listen to the Nina Simone version, it is chilling (click on the pink play button below). And Karla doll, I'll see you on Sat!
Feelin Good
Birds flying high you know how I feel Sun in the sky you know how I feel Reeds driftin on by you know how I feel
(refrain:) Its a new dawn Its a new day Its a new life For me And Im feeling good
Fish in the sea you know how I feel River running free you know how I feel Blossom in the tree you know how I feel
(refrain)
Dragonfly out in the sun you know what I mean, dont you know Butterflies all havin fun you know what I mean Sleep in peace when day is done Thats what I mean
And this old world is a new world And a bold world For me
Stars when you shine you know how I feel Scent of the pine you know how I feel Oh freedom is mine And I know how I feel
Nicole singing 'Feelin Good'. There is a lot of screaming from the crowd which can be a little annoying. But it's worth hearing her voice.
When I grow up I want to be a Pussy Cat Doll (PCD). They get to dance all day in glittery, pink and stripy clothes. I don't even want to be Nicole (the lead singer). I'm happy with being one of the ones that just dance and pretend to sing.
I went to their concert last night and it was awesome. Picture it: me and my 35-year old sister in a sea of 12 year olds, waiting in line for an hour to get into the place. The only ones older than us were parents with their kids. And an old random man on his own. We had to wait an hour to get in and ultimately cut so that we didn't freeze to death. It was worth it though, the girls were excellent. Nicole has the most amazing voice. When she sang 'Feelin Good' without music, it gave me goosebumps.
I think that concert venues should implement a special section for short people. Just a place where if you are below a certain height you can stand on a big box. Something like that. I really would have enjoyed the show more if I was a head taller. But oh well, we are who we are.
Audrey Hepburn as Miss Holly Golightly in Breakfast at Tiffany's
I always fall asleep on my hand. This really doesn't mean anything except that consequently my hand also goes to asleep. This prompts me to wake up in the middle of the night to shake the cold numb hand back to life. It's strange because I didn't always sleep like this. I don't remember having this problem when I was a child, or even a few years ago in college. It must be a new development that I picked up during or after my last boyfriend.
Strange, that even something like sleeping habits change over a lifetime. I guess nothing is sacred, nothing stays the same. Not even how we sleep.
“I came from Newcastle in the North of England. We used to have lots of parties where everyone got dressed up. And on one party invitation was the quote ‘she was never bored because she was never boring.’ The song is about growing up—the ideals that you have when you’re young and how they turn out.”
- The Pet Shop Boys
