I love to listen to early music. It's amazing to me, music borrows from many places and many genres. Many genres probably existed and disappeared before even being recorded possibly. I don't know why but some genres such as lute music holds a special place in my heart, as does the lyre. What I see in such old music others don't.
Even though Fall came in yesterday, it had been feeling like Fall for about a week before the fact. The cool breezes are refreshing, and I almost missed the humid tropical weather for a second or two. My banana plants will have to wait to produce their fruit, unless they actually decide to flower close to winter like last time, that's pretty odd if you ask me.
It's already been a year since the time of long lasting genuine happyness and prosperity I enjoyed. I still hold onto my relationships and family even through the storms, we're all stronger for that in the end even if we don't see it at first. Things are continuing to change, I don't know how many times I mention change but it's something I need to live with.
I've been disappointed all day after looking forward to it for a month. Thanks again, I really loved feeling detached from another chance to join such a wonderful social gathering of people whom I can relate to, thanks. I really love this feeling, it's been awhile since genuine disappointment has paid me a visit.
I've had a set of emotions that run through me like mustangs in my current age. The many nights of thought which lulled me to sleep. How I came to the point in which romantic love became something important to myself, that may never have an answer. It's given me many thoughts and analysis on the matter.
This was some years ago and my mem may be fuzzy, after it did wake up half of the neighborhood presumably. I woke up around 02:00 or 03:00 to the sound of people yelling about something. I was angered because my slumber had been disturbed but I was also very sluggish so I did nothing. So then there was shouting, a bunch of people shouting "no!".
A few days ago I had to turn in some papers for my college stuff and I was really annoyed by that. Walking back home I noticed a huge caterpillar on a fence and proceeded to put it on my briefcase and take it home to see if I could take care of it.
Yesterday was pretty fun, I still had to unload some old video game equipment so I decided to head over to the Northside of the city to sell. The day was pretty good, saw a few people wearing light jackets in the 70-80° F weather. The day before had been cool, but jeez that Thursday was warming fast...
In a previous journal I made the blunt announcement that apparently I'm ready to go look for a relationship. Whether I am right or wrong, it is only human nature to seek companionship beyond family and friends eventually. We recognize that we all have feelings eventually in our lives that can only be met by a romantic relationship.
Apparently my body's been giving me a lot of clues and messages. And I'm ready for love, so I guess that means this Summer is going to be a really good one. I'll probably try the bar scene, see if anything becomes of it, maybe the club scene, ugh clubs lol. Anyone have any tips on starting a conversation with a stranger? I've like to hear it!
Last night was atypical. I listened to some music, played some minecraft on my slate. But something felt off, I remembered one of my friends, he's off on training, a weekend warrior hehe. I then suddenly felt lonely, I just slumped to the side of my propped up pillow in my bed. I supposed he's ok, I'm just being silly.
For my two friends, I would've liked at least one call back, at least one message. The least any of you could do for me was that. At least give me that, I never asked, but maybe I should have. I give and give, sometimes there isn't a thank you and that's ok. I look past that because you're a friend of mine.
I woke up that morning unusually active. I found myself finished with some studies earlier. The Weather Channel promised a very nice and bright day, yes, that day I put on my finest flower-print overshirt. I had decided I'd been studying quite a bit the past few weeks and with no plans for the day I chose to buy myself a gift.
I walked into the Theatre and Arts building yesterday, and I noticed the scent of the carpetting, clean and anti-septic. I knew what the scent would do to me, memories of last year came flooding back in their entirety almost. I looked up at the balcony, I guess you could call it, I miss seeing you there and I miss being there with you.