so i laughed hard, especially when Michael Scott's robot said "boobs", and i giggled w/ glee when the mighty mighty team that is Jim and Pam reunited to fool Andy.
Then i fell asleep at one o'clock.
then i tried to wake up many times from 7:30 til 7:55. this process was foiled by dreams and the invention of a snooze button. finally, a connection was made in a dream that i had to wake up, so i did. what follows is not anything of interest. (actually, my fear that cripples me into locking the bathroom door did resurface. i believe it stems somewhere around the time i was struck w/ a plunger by Gabe Adams & Adam Mchenry. oh, or perhaps when Justin Mitchell jumped into the same shower as me and used my shower gel while i cowered in the corner wrapped in the curtain.)
i head off to school w/ iPod in hand, already having selected Sufjan Stevens. this alone is enough to cause someone to become a new person.class is alright...i catch myself in the restroom mirror after dropping my books off in the classroom, and admit how good i look.
my english class sort of disappoints me. everyone has something to say, i'd like to think that. why aren't people more open and willing to say what they think? writing is one way that everyone is different. while there may be similar views, no one has the same vocabulary or vocabulary. that's what makes it so unique! no one voice is the same.
i've been missing my writing sense. it's been so long since i've felt like i had something to say. today inspired me more. i've been meaning to buy a journal lately. today i did.
class is over, i'm walking out into the cold and i hear some people engaged in the "soda vs. pop" controversy. i can't help but laugh since i've been involved it in so many times. some things will always be talked about. that's one of them. (by the way, it's pop.)
so i get in my car and pop on Sufjan again. the song titled "Come On! Feel The Illinoise! (Part 1: The World's Columbian Exposition; Part 2: Carl Sandburg Visits Me In A Dream)" is playing and the line that is this entry's title is sung.
i think that's what i was missing. my heart.
i love the movie "lady in the water"; i feel as if i've seen my nymph.
i've felt so much like giving up on things lately. not too seriously, but it's gotten tough. sometimes i wonder if i'll ever learn guitar as well as i want to. i haven't had anything to write about and i haven't taken any pictures.
but lately, i felt like i've gotten that back. it's like, the inspiration to do it just showed up. the snow fell and i opened my camera bag. i heard those words and i wanted to write.
so i suppose to ask, "are you writing from your heart?" is to ask, "are you living life?"
do you have something that makes your heart beat faster?
i'd hate to think i'm writing all alone.
