Ten Little Chances to be Free (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
tenlittlebullets) wrote2005-08-08 04:37 pm
tenlittlebullets) wrote2005-08-08 04:37 pm
My new ambition in life is to form a band called the Disease and open for the Cure.
Straaaaaange dreams again last night. Something involving a guy who was trying to turn his attic into a church, shaking silver glitter onto the ground as snow, and me watching the last 30 seconds of cracked-out foreign films including a Japanese one that seemed to end with the words "Meet me in the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier."
...no, I don't know either. But even though I've drifted away from Phantom and back towards HP and SW, it keeps haunting me with cracked-out plotlines. The latest one being a strange psychological fantasy type thing that bears far too much resemblence to The Labyrinth and somehow insists on being written as music. Makes me wish I had my keyboard with me.
I have resolved that in the week between camp ending and school starting, I will drag out the old sewing machine and pester my mom into giving me a crash course in using it. Because frankly, my wardrobe is really freaking boring and I want to do something about it. Actually, screw the sewing machine, I could wreak hell on what I already have with just some zippers, scrap cloth, and a grommet puncher.
I'm in a strange creative explosion right now and I love it. I'm writing a comic book; a concept album is forming slowly in my head; I have designs on ripping up my clothing and reassembling it; I might take some fanfiction ideas off the shelf in the near future and get writing; I sang in the talent show on Friday and just in my biased opinion I thought it sounded gorgeous at points. There's this amazing sense of possibility, like I'm finally realizing I can do what I want and all I need is a little ingenuity in making it happen. Even in the absence of all my digitally-stored music, my collection is growing thanks to the $2 and $3 used tapes in dusty old record stores. All I need to do is find a steady way to make money that doesn't involve my parents, and I might even start to feel good about my life.
...no, I don't know either. But even though I've drifted away from Phantom and back towards HP and SW, it keeps haunting me with cracked-out plotlines. The latest one being a strange psychological fantasy type thing that bears far too much resemblence to The Labyrinth and somehow insists on being written as music. Makes me wish I had my keyboard with me.
I have resolved that in the week between camp ending and school starting, I will drag out the old sewing machine and pester my mom into giving me a crash course in using it. Because frankly, my wardrobe is really freaking boring and I want to do something about it. Actually, screw the sewing machine, I could wreak hell on what I already have with just some zippers, scrap cloth, and a grommet puncher.
I'm in a strange creative explosion right now and I love it. I'm writing a comic book; a concept album is forming slowly in my head; I have designs on ripping up my clothing and reassembling it; I might take some fanfiction ideas off the shelf in the near future and get writing; I sang in the talent show on Friday and just in my biased opinion I thought it sounded gorgeous at points. There's this amazing sense of possibility, like I'm finally realizing I can do what I want and all I need is a little ingenuity in making it happen. Even in the absence of all my digitally-stored music, my collection is growing thanks to the $2 and $3 used tapes in dusty old record stores. All I need to do is find a steady way to make money that doesn't involve my parents, and I might even start to feel good about my life.