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I'm wearing the purple shirt I love and never get to wear.
I'm sure it looks weird.
I'm wearing it anyway.
Because, well... I can... And I feel very much like this shirt today.
I guess I'll have to take a picture sometime to explain.

There was a point in my life when all emotions were expressed with colors.. .it's hard to *convey* them that way... but that's how I *felt* them.
And I still do.
I just let myself forget it.

I think what I'm going to miss about this week up here is the music. So. Much. Music.
the wine is excellent.. I enjoy that *a lot* .. but it's the music.
I don't think I've heard anything yet that I really disliked and I've heard a lot that I absolutely loved. Like Fundamental.
*incredible* stuff.

I'll be going home to a weird sort of silence. The wrong kind of silence, I should say.

I dunno.

Melodramatic me, as usual.
I think I admire the passions of other people so much becuase I'm too much of a wimp, as of yet, to really express mine.


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Apr. 29th, 2002 12:06 pm (UTC)
when i was positively fraught with frustration, frustration stemming from the fact that I didnt have any passionate/creative release, i went to the damn art store and just bought the first thing that seemed do-able. it was a rock and a chisel.
you have no idea how theraputic and satisfying a rock a chisel can be!
or maybe wood, and a lathe, or maybe clay and an oven.

dude i even had a roommate who made stained glass **in our living room**, often.

anyway. take yourself to the damn art store honeypie :)
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