The day in music, text and words

[This post has been rated R for the use of foul language.]

Hello again ladies,

It hasn’t been that long, I know. It is my hope that I will have time everyday that I have the pants to tell you what’s happening in my life. I really do want to document their time with me rather well and the next week promises to be interesting for me to do that. I’ll keep you posted. ;)

Today I told my roommates that I’m moving out on this coming Friday and this announcement was met with the response:

“Oh good.”

Really? Seriously? You’re kidding, right? How can you possibly say that to someone? Is it too difficult to pretend to be at least a little concerned? To pretend for the smallest instant that you would miss me? Apparently so.

A few people have asked me over the course of my housing search process whether I was excited about moving and about the place I’m going to be living. So far I’ve said that I’ve been just trying to take one thing at a time and worry about the little things I have to get done every day. Now, you ask? I can’t copulating wait. Only five more days until I’m out of here.

(I find it really amusing that my Microsoft Word purposed that it would be more appropriate for me to use the word “copulate” instead of “copulating” in the last paragraph.)

I’ve been keeping in touch via my phone a lot more these days then before and I blame it on having a Blackberry. Blame is a strange word to use here considering I do love how much more we all exchange little messages with each other during the day but it also causes me to become one of “those people” who are very attached to their phones. I don’t walk and text, I don’t do the Smartphone shuffle, but I’m still texting a lot more than was, in my previous opinion, absolutely necessary.

All of the rest about my phone aside I wanted to relay a message that my dad sent me after I told him I had writer’s block:

“Take Lyra out for a boot and redline it a couple of times. Blow the doors off the world and your brain.”

That’s some advice I think I should take to heart more often. It’s a bit related to our earlier blog discussion about what the nature of the world really is and what that means. Regardless of what you think makes the world what it is or life worth living there’s one thing in common—that the world has a great potential for beauty and life is something to be treasured and lived to its fullest, as often as possible. Blowing the doors off the world sounds like a great idea. I’m going to work on doing just that, one small piece at a time.

I’ve been listening to the newest album from my favourite band, Linkin Park, to try and exercise some of my less than settled feelings about my housing situation. There are a few lines that I caught while listening to the album that I felt really applied:

I’m holding on to what I haven’t got. (From Waiting For The End)

When they come for me I’ll be gone. (From When They Come For Me)

This melody will bring you right back home. (From The Messenger)

I’m losing what I don’t deserve. (From Burning In The Skies)

Lift me up. Let me go. (From The Catalyst)

Remember all the sadness and frustration and let it go. (From Iridescent (recommended for those with more sensitive ears who are still interested))

I find something about their music so liberating. I know that you ladies prefer something a bit softer most of the time but their music has been with me through so many things. Interestingly enough, it’s mellowed out a fair bit over the years just as I have. My favourite song from their new album, A Thousand Suns, is called Blackout and it’s a mesh between the old and new styles. It could be a possible rival for my actual favourite song. I’m not sure if it’s at that level yet but I definitely love it. If you don't want to click on the title to hear it because you fear for your ears (it's not that bad, I promise, the end is downright melodic) then click here for the lyrics.

As always ladies, much love!

Dina