| ninakr!stine ( @ 2008-05-14 17:18:00 |
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Love the girl who holds the world in a paper cup.
I am apparently too lazy even to twitter...although I think my twittering days are numbered, if not highly limited. I'm disgusted by the lack of real content in my blog. Including this post.
It's all very vomit-making.
As pretentious as it sounds, I've been to busy having a "real" life to bother updating my internet one, but it leaves this precious void in the center of my heart (just left of my hard drive). I want to post things about how busy I've been planning my wedding, how incredible the band has been doing and all the upcoming projects and the summer tour we're about to embark on, my thoughts on the poor earthquake-shaken people of China (and a social commentary on what sick, self-absorbed slobs we Americans are), thoughts about buildings and community-making, details of wild-goose chases trying to find to-be Navymen, photos of my rearranged room and my new makeup brushes and my little wooden New York City skyline, introverted introspections about my friends and people who have been my friends and people who would be, the inflated feeling of hope I have when I think about Cornerstone 2008 and once again fulfilling my purpose by helping others, feeding homeless, and living my life submerged and suffocated in art in skirts covered in paint splatters, developer and fix, and bits of dried clay. And a million other things that cross my mind every single day.
I want to write it all down.
I want to take photos and have the time to edit them and post them.
I (really do) wish I had the time to teach you how to knit. :D
I want to write reviews of the movies I've seen.
I want to record myself singing all these obscure little ditties I've unearthed on burned CDs in the depths of other peoples' glove compartments, in dusty tape decks, and via random myspace friend requests.
Sick for two and a half weeks. No energy.
Can't sing. Can't write. Can't breathe properly.
Have spent the past 48 hours doing it anyway.
Here's to doing it anyway.
Love the girl who holds the world in a paper cup, drink it up,
Love her and she'll bring you luck.