The Right Write Rite

Music.

Blessed music.

All I have these days.

Not really true. I have family, friends, hobbies, a job.

Music is the root, though. I never would have made it this far if I didn't have music. And songs.

The music got me out of bed, certainly, but it was the songs - the singing - that got me to really live my life. Normally I pride myself on my inhibitions, my ironclad self control, but I'm glad I couldn't control myself that day. Words can't express how glad.

I was in a band in New York City. I can't say I was friends with my band mates; they wanted to become great and I just wanted to play. Well, that and I was still too afraid to do any real socializing. We were a means to each other's end. They had a guitar player who was ...

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a

euphoric monkey

somehow managed to sneak into

a mall and began to harass the poor little kids.

He began to sprawl down the slip 'n slide that managed to set itself up in the mall. Unfortunatly the

parents didn't like the poor little monkey and tried to tell the security team that they had a pest problem. The team just thought they meant a bug problem and ignored it, and being the oblivious fools they are did not hear the scream of parents and giggling of the

children that the monkey was playing with. Soon the freaking security team smartened up started heading toward the "disturbance". Our little monkey though, he is a smart one and headed away from the crazy, fat men. He started swinging from the beam and continued on his way through the mall. Finally, he realized he wouldn't keep them away for long ...

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time

oh, time

is never time at all

at least according go "smashing pumpkins, i guess. i hope.

and here i am, losing it for sure. i'm doing nothing, and on the spare time, im doing even less

i guess today i can at least say i`m cooking and taking care of the house. and using it as an excuse to avoid going out. there is a brownie on the oven, workers on the bathroom and here i am, in my boyfriends pajamas. how incredibly lazy of me.

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Stumbled...

i'm sore

wish I could have chocolate

but it's early and there is none in the house

oh well. Times is hard, but do you ever feel like not working, just relaxing, taking care of your self?

If I learn something new everyday I am happy, if I discover something or accomplish something I feel elated. Sometimes I don't do anything and I am ok with that. Time is so fractured, so splintery, that sometimes it trips you up and get's ahead of you before you're ready.

Things need to be done. Sometimes you need to write a eight hundred and eighty eight word piece (count it why don't yeh) and you discover ways to stretch out your structured sentences to make them lengthy and plausible. Sometimes a good song comes on the radio and you stop everything to bob your head along ...

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This...

is different.

"Different," as in... never done.

Well - not by ME, anyway. Others, perhaps - but not me.

I don't fancy myself a writer, per se. Though I do love words. Love to talk. To be heard - understood.

It's a fine line between making sure your point is "understood" and being "argumentative." This is something I've struggled with my whole life. How do you determine if someone doesn't agree with you simply because they just don't - or because they don't see where YOU are coming from? Understand?

And what is important? In the end, I don't really care if they are swayed to my way of thinking - as long as they understand why I think the way I do. I guess I feel, if they understand (there's that word again) how I came to the conclusion I've come to, then that ...

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If

I were

given a chance to change

the whole situation I'm in right now regarding my academic

life, then this is what I would like to happen: first, each and every one of my block mate goes

along well with his/her fellow block mate. You know how one immature person, who happens to be very influential, could ruin the relations of people - how the people he or she doesn't like end up being thrown into the corner, not talked to, not noticed - disliked, for no

reason at all. If things would go my way, I'd kick this foolish person out of class and into another university (or into another dimension, even. That would be splendid.). Second, I'd get good grades, enough to make my parents smile and laugh and go about bragging how good their daughter is at her academics. It doesn't take ...

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