Monday, December 05, 2005

I don't think it reflects my kissing abilities, because I would definitely STOP kissing someone if they tasted like battery acid.


Behold, the coolest picture EVER. That's Brett, Tyler, and Shaun. They should start a band or something just so this picture can be shown to the world in all its glory.
Today's been...a Monday. You know, just one of those mondays. It got substantially better toward the end, but the whole first half of the day I just felt rotten. No particular reason, but everything just seemed extra frustrating to me and I spent until about 3 this afternoon being on the verge of tears. I'm glad its over.
Things picked up a lot later in the day. I finally got around to showering, and there's something about a shower that just makes you feel a little better about life. I then found out that a huge research paper deadline has been moved from Wednesday to MONDAY, and you just can't help but be happy about that, especially if you had barely done any work on it.
Tonight for FHE we went to Craigo's and listened to Shaun and a few other people play some jazz. They all were amazing, and they all looked like they were having so much fun. Hearing great music just brings me intense joy. But there's a little element of despair in there too...just because I long to be a better musician and I'm simply not at this point. And I doubt I ever will be. I'm mediocre at piano, drums, guitar, bass, and I can sing pretty well, but I don't excel at any one of those things. It's the most distressing thing in the world to have more than one thing you want terribly badly to excel at. To really excel at the level I want to, I'd have to dedicate my whole life to something, and you can only dedicate your whole life to maybe 2 things. Total. I was complaining about that to a friend once, who reminded me that "Well, you sort of have your whole life." Which is true. Just because I can't excel, doesn't mean I have to give up. What a revelation that was! So give me a few years and I hope to have made the move from "mediocre" musician to "decent" or maybe even (dare I say it?) "good."
We also ran into a few friends from the dorms last year at Craigo's. It was bizarre. It was only a year ago that we were freshmen dorm-girls, but it seems like another life. I guess it was. Jen and I were just talking tonite about how glad we are that last year is over. We were so stupid. I hate to think that at this time next year, we'll be saying the same thing about who we are now. But then again, last year we were freshmen, and when you're a freshman, you're in the transition period and act extra dumb. Now we're pretty well-adjusted. I can't believe our second year of college is almost half-over. The whole concept of time is just surreal to me, but I don't want to get started talking about THAT.
I've been stalling this whole time trying to think of some exciting story to tell in this blog, but I'm sorry, I've got nothing. Sorry this entry isn't as interesting. Except for this TUBULAR picture.
I think the word "tubular" should be used more often.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

lizzer! just thought you should know i had the most random dream about you and me last night! we were at your house and for some bizarre reason, you wanted to go sky diving or parachuting or something. all i remember was that you were in this massive parka and these enormous flight goggles and a helmet and you were going to up and leave without telling anyone- too bad your not-so-discrete disguise gave your malicious plans away. :) hey, don't get any ideas :P hope thinks are going well!!! miss ya and love ya!

Willie Z said...

They Might Be Giants wrote this, but I kinda wish I had:

A woman came up to me and said
"I'd like to poison your mind
With wrong ideas that appeal to you
Though I am not unkind"
She looked at me, I looked at something
Written across her scalp
And these are the words that it faintly said
As I tried to call for help:

There's only one thing that I know how to do well
And I've often been told that you only can do
What you know how to do well
And that's be you,
Be what you're like,
Be like yourself,
And so I'm having a wonderful time
But I'd rather be whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
There's only one thing that I like
And that is whistling in the dark

Liz-a-nator said...

Wow, that is a really bizarre dream, Mr/Mrs Anonymous commenter. Incidentally you forgot to mention who you are, but I'm sure I miss you too!

I love They Might Be Giants! Hizzah Willie Z--you are now even more my biggest hero.

He wants a shoehorn
The kind with teeth
People should get beat up
For stating their beliefs
He wants a shoehorn
The kind with teeth
'Cause he knows there's no such thing.