Merry Christmas

I hope that everyone is able to have a merry Christmas this year. I hope that no harm comes to anyone and that the world will be joyous. I don't care if you celebrate Christmas or not I just want you to have a good day. I don't want anyone having a bad Christmas; I want it to be happy for all. And I know this is a terribly unrealistic thing to want and hope for, but I want it anyway, and I think that's part of what Christmas is about: wanting unrealistic things and then being grateful for what is actually given to you. That's why every year I make sure to ask for a pony. So Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. 

Not A Memoir

I think that every snowflake

Deserves to be kissed

Not by anyone in particular

Just anyone who happens to care

They deserve to know they're special 

Because though everyone knows

No snowflake is the same

Nobody takes the time to 

Notice their differences 

And have you ever looked at a snowflake

At the intricacies it was made of

It's so amazing

A little city structure 

Made of such thin bits 

So complex so fragile

Every snowflake deserves to be kissed

But not every snowflake deserves to melt

1984 by George Orwell

A friend of mine recommended Animal Farm and 1984 by George Orwell to me a couple years ago so I went out and bought both of them. I read Animal Farm very quickly and enjoyed it so much I started right in on 1984. I never finished it. Mostly because I tried to read it along with two other books and I wasn't that into it. I'm going at it again and even though I'm probably only reading it twenty or thirty minutes a week, I'm loving it. To insure that I actually finish it this time I am pledging to report what I think of the book while I read it and when I finish it on this blog. Self motivation: set. Who knows, maybe this will be a new thing I do. 

Playing My Guitar

There is no way of describing how this feels. There aren't enough words in my vocabulary to explain what it feels like, and even if there were, where would I begin: how the smooth pick feels in my hand as it bounces off the strings and how the edges have little nicks in them? But what if I was picking with my fingers for a time? Would I describe how the edges of my thumb and pads of my first, second, and third fingers turn black and hurt so badly but I couldn't care less. Or how about my left hand will so lightly support the neck of the guitar and how my fingers press so tightly against the steel strings I've battled against ever since getting the instrument? I could talk about how I take pride in them no longer hurting the tips of my fingers and that I refuse to switch them out for nylons even though they make learning bar chords that much harder. I could explain how I can play for hours on end and only start to feel pain at hour three and still not be tired of playing. I could talk about the ache I get in my back since I don't have proper posture or the kink in my neck from looking down at the music when I play cross legged on my bed or ground. I could easily get lost in painting a picture of what it's like to try to learn bar chords and how I'm almost afraid the strings are going to cut through my skin yet how satisfying it is when I start I notice an improvement in how I play them. Even feeling the curved wood lying perfectly on my right leg fills me with joy because it feels like it was made to be there (which I guess it kind of was). And when I sing and play I prefer to wear a tank top because then I can feel the vibrations of the music and my voice matching each other. It's probably the most beautiful thing I've ever experienced. But even when I'm done my fingers are black, and smell like metal and taste like copper. And even when my hands cramp, and I get the callouses, cuts, bruises, raw knuckles I still can't ever seem to play enough. There is absolutely nothing about the experience I am not in love with. And I guess that's why there are not enough words or ways to describe it. 

Musical Variance

I hate it when people say, "I have a wide taste of music" yet stick to one radio station, only listen to the top forty, don't recognize any other genres, scorn classical music, cringe at the word diversity, and hate on certain artists or styles of music. 

So believe me when I say I have a wide taste in music. I'm diverse. I'm adaptable. Yes I have the music I will go to more than others but it's not like there are many radio stations (in my area at least) that will play everything that I like. There is the pop station (which I mainly listen to for the talk hosts who are hilarious), the oldies station (which I listen to on occasion), the Christmas station (which I'm inseparable from around the time of Thanksgiving to New Years), and the alternative rock station (which I listen to on occasion). 

I don't like the pop station any more than the others, and trust me, I really hate some of the music it will play, but it's easiest to get to, ha the best sound quality, and has the largest variety. I will honestly listen to just about anything you put in front of me. Dubstep? Not my favorite, but give me am hour or so and I'll have a new go to genre. Classical? I love it, but not if I'm in a singing mood. Musicals? Depends if I know it or not. Rock? Turn it up. Country? Again, not my favorite, but I don't listen to it a lot so you never know. Jazz? Yes. Rap? Not a big fan, but it's not too bad; there's some great artists out there. Covers? Depends on the song and if it's done well. Celtic? You have no idea how much I love me some Celtic music. Any of the other genres I'm too scatterbrained to think of? Go for it I'm all in. 

I also hate it when my family will say "don't listen to her music she has bad taste" or classify my musical preferences into one genre because I am just as happy listening to what they like as I am listening to Tom Milsom on YouTube. So give me Elton John, give me Johnny Cash, George Watsky, Adele, Beethoven, Christina Aguilera, Benny Goodman, Death Cab for Cutie, Avenged Sevenfold, Opera, Metallica, Eminem, The Beatles, Pink Floyd, Punch Brothers, Bribry, Parachute, an whatever other crap you can think of, I'll probably love it. Can you say the same?

Why I Love Sundays

I don't much care for Sunday and it's not my favorite day of the week. In fact, it's one of my least favorite days of the week. I much prefer Monday, which is one of my favorite days of the week. 

Sundays should be more like Mondays in my opinion. But nobody ever seems to like Mondays and I don't get that. It's sad. I mean, I genuinely love Mondays. There isn't one bit of sarcasm in my voice when I say that, and if you knew me you'd know I'm telling the truth.  So after a Sunday, Monday seems that much better. So thank you, Sunday, for picking up Monday. 

To Do List 1

To do:

- find a suitable job nearby 

- look over job qualifications, shifts, etc

- harass parents into letting me apply 

 -don't apply for a lack of transportation

- feel satisfied for a short amount of time

- realize I really need some money

- mope about for lack of money

- repeat