one of my new favorite artists
dan may

new background and such
pikmin
yay
...

it's a video game
for all of you who don't know


working on a new story

I should stop using mallory in my stories
she's too boring now
everything else in her life is interesting except for all the things shes aware of


it's a thursday
I have friday saturday sunday monday and tuesday
and then school
marvelous

oh look
my ears are pierced
I wonder how that happened

civics test tomorrow
two awards on sunday
directing unit in acting
earthquake
derivatives

I'm going to retake it
Robotics was okay

SAT in 9 hours
oh joy oh rapture

An Ordinary Man
finish the book
Chemistry
stuff
English
read Crime and Punishment
Civics
notes

Time expanded itself to three layers....actually more like four...on Saturday, Sunday, and especially Monday
but there was a reason for that
usually caused by stress and doing multiple things at once to the point of not being able to differentiate between them
I probably make no sense to you
but since I believe that everyone is the same and there is a line of thinking common between everyone, you should be able to understand me...if you have ever experienced time in that point of view
even though time doesn't exist
therefore it is unimportant and I shall move on to more interesting topics
...
Stravinsky
Rite Of Spring (posted as a video in the preceding entry)
concerning certain parts: noise or something better and more organized than noise?
reminds me a little of Mysterium at the beginning...
by Scriabin (the one I wrote that story about which nobody understood)

The hallways were always dark at this hour because the ship wanted to conserve electricity. The wallpaper appeared even less aesthetically pleasing at night. I almost became lost, wandering through the hallways in the dark, but soon I found the ugly purple wallpaper and listened carefully for any signs of life. Soon enough, I heard someone playing a violin in a room next to the other room in which we had previously heard piano music. It sounded like “Canzonetta Su l’aria”. I knocked and the music stopped. After a few seconds, the person continued to play the violin again and I waited. Then the song finished and I started to clap politely. There was silence, and I decided that the person was probably not going to come out. I turned around and when I was far away enough for someone to get out of the room and run away, a man in a long dark coat and dark hat came out of the room and ran in the opposite direction.
I had nothing else to do, so I chased after him. I was curious, and curiosity competes with common sense, and often does curiosity win. Just as curiosity had taken over when I was at the café and Anna gave me a letter telling me to go to a cabin in the middle of the forest at night. If common sense had won, I would have thought that someone was probably trying to kidnap me and hold me hostage, but I wouldn’t have even seen the person because I wouldn’t have been on this ship. But as you know, curiosity won, and now I’m here on this ship to a place I’ve never heard of before, chasing someone who plays Mozart very well on the violin. Frederick could play the violin like that. Of course, he wouldn’t have any reason to be on this ship. Actually he had good reason to be, more of a reason than Marly had. I can only find out if I catch up to him. This was what was running through my head as I was running through the hallway, wearing a long dark coat, and chasing someone wearing a long dark coat. In the end, he took a few turns that confused me, and probably entered one of the rooms. I was lost in the dark hallways, and wished that I hadn’t kept my watch on the bed next to the flashlight. I wished to know what time it was and have light to return to my room.

This man is amazing
he's almost up there on my list with Daniel Handler, Lewis Carroll, and Vladimir Nabokov. Except Brahms is not a writer. He's a composer. And you should know that already.

Two videos of one of his songs on