Sadness Sucks (AKA: The Creative Burden)

So I've been getting back to my written roots over the past few weeks. Working on screenplays, scrawling down to-do lists to maintain my sanity and other types of things. Now, there is one type of writing that I've been trying to avoid up until this point, and that's poetry, or prose. It's not that I'm bad per say at those types of written pieces, quite the contrary, I'm rather good at them. But in order to write that well, I need a little secret something. Otherwise, despite my valiant attempts, the pieces flounder like wounded paper birds.

It's not that I lack this secret something, it's just, well, go ahead and sue me for enjoying my adamant denial of it. This extra something is what makes Adele's music so universal and poignant. It's what made Vincent van Gogh's artwork so haunting and lasting. Sorrow my friends, is something that no one can truly deny. It's a feeling every conscious being can relate to. Who hasn't felt the sting of sorrow? Those times when we're ambushed by the knowledge that what we have isn't what we wanted, and our ideal is perhaps meant to be permanently beyond reach.

So, yes. I can write, and I want to. But what keeps me at bay is the dread of submerging myself in the cool waters of lonesome living. I would much rather be happy with my life and not have the need to make use of an outlet that had slept dormant for three years or so.

But then again, what else is there to do? Have I not played pretend for far too long?

This morning the sun was rising over Lake Michigan. The glowing light on the sky and water was such a beauty that it made my eyes feel not so bleary, my throbbing head fade from notice, and my heart a little less reluctant. And even though this afternoon in the city is so dreary that it would make us doubt in a solar presence, I know it's out there.

And so even though right now I thoroughly doubt the person I believe will always make me happy, I'm almost sure they're out there, obscured by clouds. So maybe there will come a day when joy, not sorrow will write the words. Perhaps some stories can end differently than before.

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A Gift For You AKA: Miss Erika Davies is AWESOME

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My new favorite female artist. Quite a lovely lady. Miss. Erika Davies. Do enjoy!
(Apologies for the Myspace propaganda!)
THE MP3 IS AT THE BOTTOM OF THIS POST!


-L


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Words of Wisdom AKA: People I Love Say Awesome Things

I've decided to start an updatable list of amazing things that people I love say. Because, jeeze! I need to be able to remember them forever. And I feel like the internet would benefit from them, no, correction, I feel like people would benefit from them.
Here we go!

"Life moves so fast. And it sucks, because life moves slow during the bad parts and fast during the fun parts."
-Jackson

"Leslie, watch out for Tequilla, that stuff is dangerous. It tastes so good, and it goes down so easy, but it'll make your clothes fall off!!"
-My Mother

"Be wary of winking men in positions of power."
-My Mother

"You look a rabid possum on a hot summers day walking down a country lane acting like it's Christmas!"
-Jen

"You look like a frozen apple on a cold winters day climbing up a telephone poll!"
-Jen

"What. The. Pants."
-Becky

"FOD. It's a word. It's.... a stick."
-Becky

"I'm gonna go beat some coons! Not the racial slur, the animal..."
-Chloe
(Check her out if you get the chance. Not only is she an awesome roommate, she's hilarious. Legit.)

"It sounds like you two have as much in common as a race horse and a satellite dish."
-Mike

"Leslie smells like pumpkin pie on a cool spring morning: surprising, yet oddly acceptable."
-MandaB

"I love this irony! It's making me itch!"
-Lauren


People I know make me happy. That means YOU. Yeah. YOU.


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Things We Shouldn't Do, But Do Anyways (Episode 1)

Well, I've promised people that I would start blogging more. So this is my real-life attempt at 'blogging more'. Wish me luck.

I've decided to do a segment today on 'Things We Shouldn't Do, But Do Anyways' Because I feel like there are plenty of these, I've given this one the disclaimer of 'Episode 1'.

There are lots of things in life that we shouldn't do, but do regardless. However, I'm not just going to go on a raving rant about sin and it's dominance in this life, because Christ already got our backs on that one, so it's not worth talking about. So, this is NOT going to be a huge list of things to never ever do because they're BAD and the rules say NO and you are a horrid gourd-head if you do them. Promise. Instead, I'm writing about things that we slide into and just, really honestly wish we hadn't.

Today's topic?

Creeping On Your Loved Ones via The Internet

MMM. Yeah.

I failed at not doing this tonight. And I believe I will suffer for it.

One of the lamesauce things about the inter-web is that it has eternal memory. ETERNAL. I'm convinced my Myspace 'About Me' is still floating out in some internet black-hole of 'deleted data'.

There are some things about people, whether it's past relationships, past experiences,

or just general past mistakes that we shouldn't go looking for. Even if it begins as innocently as wanting to see a little farther back into their history on Facebook. If these things are vital to your relationship with this loved one, trust me, they will let you know. They will NOT, however, give you access to pictures, videos, posts, info, or any of the other things that can torment you. Because we fall so quickly to other bits of information and before we know it, we are drowning in information about this other person your loved one has become.

There are no great strangers more haunting than the people we once were.

So the next time you ponder 'getting to know someone better' by looking at their website wall or history, you should re-ponder. Forgetting is so terribly hard, when we humans love so terribly much and fall so terribly hard into reality.

Goodness. That's a bit depressing. Apologies reader.

The next one of these will be about giving up on socks missing their mates or something.

I hope your holidays were grand, and that your present is one that makes you wish not for the holidays.

-L

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