Even though it doesn't feel like it.
Even though we don't think about it.
Even though we may not even be aware of it.

We're apart of history.

Every time we criticize history books,
realize that we're probably repeating the same mistakes.

And realize that what we do
really DOES affect the future.

What's the use of short term benefits,
when in the long run,
you're ruining the planet?

I've been doing pretty good these couple of weeks.

With all this happymusic, and happypeople, and happysmiles.

I was listening to Four Months and it got me thinking, so I felt like writing about it here.



It's weird to be talking about music,
since I'm not really fanatic about it.

But, I like classical and instrumentals
because you don't need words to understand the song.

You get it when it's happy, sad, angry.

I love it because it's telling you an entire story without words.

So, I think that should be the real magic in music.
The ability to communicate without words.

Song with words are alright, and sometimes, they really do inspire.

But,
I don't think that they're masterpieces.
I wouldn't consider them works of art.

I don't feel the spark in it because the meanings feel more obvious.


I can't really use my imagination.


Tell me,
where's the magic in that?

I enjoy my hobby,
thankyouverymuch.

HEY!
I can consider this as a hobby!
Yesss.


I was finally able to use that wrapping paper Adrienne gave me.
LOL.
My memory box was crappy looking,
now its covered with Adriennelove!


Hehe.


Supergun fun. ;)

After my week of hell,
I can happily say Im free(:

For now.

ANYWAYS.

So then, since we got out early,
I worked on something I thought I left.

My old paintings.
Aw(:


I remember that I didnt finish any last year,
[not really]
thus leaving me a little hollow inside.
But I continued my dancer theme thing.

The bigger one is the once I did today.
The background looks iffy here.


But I feel accomplished for painting again.
Hm.
They look slightly awkward.
Whatever,
I aint no professional.
And those were butt fixes ;)

I revisted my old favorite.

Reminds you of 500 Days of Summer, no?

Sike. I dont see a bit of sun. ):

But these make me smile.

Why my room is beyond the normal levels of messy:

I've never met a neatfreak artist?

(;

Kidding.
Mommy said no excuses.
I'm just lazy.


Another excuse:
blogger does NOT do justice
to the pretty colors this picture had.

I just never get tired of this song.
I care to share.

One thing,
just one,

can ruin an entire day.

I would like to be the yellow power ranger, work my magic, and get the hell outta here.