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Jan. 26th, 2004 03:01 amIt's snowing and I'm chilly.
Classes start tomorrow. Assuming they don't cancel school, which, knowing my school, it's pretty safe to assume they won't. I don't have class until 1:50--
The words never come out right
--so at least I can sleep in tomorrow morning. I'm hoping to keep at least Monday mornings free, and I'll work the rest of the week before class.
Do you ever feel like you have creativity running through your blood, boiling at the surface, ready to burst? But there is no way to let it out. I have so many ideas in my brain, there's poetry and music and a collage of color right beneath the skin. I can't get to it, I can't let it out. When I try, it never satisfies.
He lives the poetry that he cannot write. The others write the poetry that they dare not realise. --Oscar Wilde
Classes start tomorrow. Assuming they don't cancel school, which, knowing my school, it's pretty safe to assume they won't. I don't have class until 1:50--
The words never come out right
--so at least I can sleep in tomorrow morning. I'm hoping to keep at least Monday mornings free, and I'll work the rest of the week before class.
Do you ever feel like you have creativity running through your blood, boiling at the surface, ready to burst? But there is no way to let it out. I have so many ideas in my brain, there's poetry and music and a collage of color right beneath the skin. I can't get to it, I can't let it out. When I try, it never satisfies.
He lives the poetry that he cannot write. The others write the poetry that they dare not realise. --Oscar Wilde
