“I once had a garden filled with flowers that grew only on dark thoughts but they need constant attention and one day I decided I had better things to do."


Well, they're paper flowers, of course. Nurtured delusions. There you go.

Random freewrite from English class.

... for everything that rises must converge...
[Pierre Teilhard de Chardin]

Isn't that a falsehood of physics though, as everything moves toward chaos, moves toward disorder? The second law of thermodynamics, that the universe's default tendency is toward randomness? So how can the ascending few converge against the nature of their own physical existences when even the most minute particles cannot? How can they ever be united? For at the top, one is always alone, drifting, unable to attach, unable to do anything but look down at the masses remaining below in pure envy for those who did not dream, did not seek something better that never came? How can one aspire when this is the result?

... And here we are.


 
Funny thing is, I actually used to be able to do that.

Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.

"Can't repeat the past? Why, of course you can!"

Anyone?

"Music is the only academic subject that combines and reinforces all the other academic subjects. Why are we cutting it in schools?"

 

Sigmund Freud, right?

Within the past two or three months, I have heard his name mispronounced as both "Freed" and "Fred". 

What the fuck?!

Back from DMA!

I spent the beginning of this week at Drum Major Academy learning how to lead and perform in a marching band color guard. Obviously, I learned a lot of leadership tips, routines, and cool moves, but my favorite part of being there was probably my new friends and the crazy things they said.

So adding "and shit" at the end of any sentence makes it sound thug, right? Not really.

"I went to the bathroom and shit."
"I was in the pool and shit."
"I smell cookies and shit."
"I stepped in a puddle and shit."

And as my new friend Brooke said, "Make sure when you're twirling your flag to toss it and shit." I told her, "Raise your mace and shit!"


Stupidity never ends. That night, we were walking back to our dorms in a thunderstorm after evening sessions, and I heard a girl behind me say - wait for it-
"Good thing we're under a tree!"

*epic facepalm*

Stupidity is also not taking rehearsal seriously when you have a show to put together in 4 days. This is what stupidity looks like on the field.

My favorite rogue artist:

"This fall I think you're riding for - it's a special kind of fall, a horrible kind. The man falling isn't permitted to feel or hear himself hit bottom. He just keeps falling and falling. The whole arrangement's designed for men who, at some time or other in their lives, were looking for something their own environment couldn't supply them with. Or they thought their own environment couldn't supply them with. So they gave up looking. They gave it up before they ever really even got started."

Words of wisdom from my band teacher.

(When marching in a parade,) "Don't step in the poop."

I am drugs.

"Don't judge me because I'm quiet. No one plans world domination out loud."