Tuesday, April 3, 2007
It's Sad That A Survey Drives Me To Write ...
Time: 8:32 PM
Current Mood: Nothing Really
Current Music: Ahe Lau Makani, by Stephen Hatfield (I'm a Choir nerd, shut up)
In My Room
Yes, I'm still alive! Still negligent, I know. It's not that I don't think of you all. It's not that I don't write, because I do. Almost every day. I swear. It's just not things you'd want to read. It's not even things I want to read, haha.
Anyway, hi! How are you? I'm pretty good. Rolling along. Chamber Singer tryouts are this week. I am very scared and nervous.
I just went to Junior Prom. If you want pictures, you can ask and I might send them. Or if you're lucky enough to be my FaceBook friend, you can just log on and see it.
I'm still working on my novel, although I'm kind of blocked right now. I'm working on it.
I don't really know what else to say. Gosh, I've gotten so woefully bad at LJ. It bugs me! But seriously, there is nothing to say. My life is sort of monotonous right now, I suppose.
I went to Long Beach with Concert Choir. That was possibly one of the best weekends I've had in a long, long time. It owned.
Oh, right. Apffil fifth, this Thursday, is my seventeenth birthday. I seriously almost forgot to mention that. So, think of me getting old.
I miss you guys.
I'm weird, I know.
Okay. Survey time, because I'm already out of material.
First thing's first:
Wanna get interviewed?
1. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me."
2. I respond by asking you a couple personal questions so I can get to know you better. If I already know you well, expect the questions may be a little more intimate!
3. You will update your LJ with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions
Questions courtesy of
1. What is it that draws you to choir?
I love singing with a bunch of young voices; I love how I can connect to the music. The harmony and the unity just amazes me daily. Choir also helps me feel better when I'm sad, and it lets me channel my happiness in a way few things can.
2. If you could be any fictional character for a day, who would you choose to be?
Hmmm, I've got to say Lyra from His Dark Materials by Philip Pullman, because she's brave and selfless and affectionate, and she goes on some really awesome adventures, and she's like the best example of young adult romance ever, to go along with that. I don't know if you've read these; if you haven't, you should: The Golden Compass, The Subtle Knife and The Amber Spyglass, it's a trilogy!
3. You could own one instrument that you wanted, regardless of the cost or whether or not you can play it. What would it be? (Be specific!)
A grand piano, because they sound beautiful and I would love to be able to accompany myself and actually bring the lyrics and notes I have in my head to life.
4. You have to eat at one restaurant only for an entire month. Which would it be?
Mexican food. Definitely. Yay Mexican food!
5. What is the most extreme thing you would do to win a million dollars?
Ooh, tough one. Um ... I don't know. Ooh, maybe go out in public naked. I'd do that. I have no shame.
And no, this does not make me promiscuous. And no, I really wouldn't do this. Unless I was somewhere where I would never see anyone present ever, ever again.
Okay, so ... uh ... just forget about that and let me interview.
This entry totally sucks and I know it. No one even bother denying it.
To restore your faith in me ... here's a poem I wrote. It's very cynical; don't read too deeply into it.
Spin the globe.
Give a push
And it tells you all you want to know.
It tells you just where you are
And how you got there.
It tells you where everyone else resides
In relation to you.
It shows you how to get to others.
It shows you how to get away from others
And find a peaceful sanctuary.
It proves that no expanse is too large to cross.
Even when you thought there was no path
The globe proves you wrong;
It enlightens you, and indicates a new way
Another means of getting where you want to go.
The globe shows you where you have been
And where you wish to be;
The globe never lies
Because it cannot.
The globe knows your intentions because you turn it in order to find them.
The globe can read your mind because you let it;
When you take it for a spin,
The globe can see inside.
The globe shows peace,
And it shows that people can come together,
Holding hands and forming connections around it.
The globe tries to bring people together
And bring joy, friends and unity.
People hold the globe in their hands,
And they say that it means The World,
But does it?
It's just a pretty picture
Mounted on a movable sphere.
It is just an object.
That is all.
Spin the globe.
But for itself, the globe can only spin,
Around and around and around,
Pivoting in its orbit,
The way it did from the beginning of its life to the end.
But yet, there is no beginning,
And there is no end,
Only the repetitive swing,
Spin, spin, spin,
Circles of life that never end or change.
The outside of the globe is intricate and beautiful,
With rivers and mountains dotting the surface,
But inside, all that exists is emptiness.
An empty black void.
Beautiful outside, hollow inside.
And all the while, the globe spins
Alone on its axis,
Scarcely making a sound,
While it shows the world how to be
And never takes time to be for itself
Whatever a globe might want to be
No one will ever know.
I write weird poems.
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