Showing posts with label Melpomene. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Melpomene. Show all posts

26 May 2010

Desperate

Oh, my gods.
School ends tomorrow.
It will be my last day at a school where I basically grew up, yo-yo-ed between friends and stood up for the ones I actually liked, eavesdropped, laughed, cried, worried and smiled.
Now, I am hit with the realization that I will never never ever go back there as a normal student. Only a little while ago, I would have embraced this and run out of the place screaming.
I hate change. Especially change of mood. Especially change of mood about something important.
I need a stunt. I need something big and miraculous to happen to me. I need something different to happen in my life. I always know what to expect. I hate being like this, but there is nothing exciting in my life!
BLEH.
I am in a dark-gray mood.
Which is not a mood for a Muse or quote.
If you must know.

10 December 2009

Knowing

People are really set in their ways- or at least, a lot of the people I know are. They're set in their habits; who they talk to, who they ignore, who they eat lunch with every Friday, who they call for help, who they try to impress.
All of these are based on assumptions.
People say "Oh, I know him" or "Yeah, I'm her best friend" or "You know I love you" nowadays like the words, strung together like that, don't have any value. Sometimes, in that context, said by that person,
they don't.
But all of those are based on assumptions too.
They might not know or love that person. They love what that person lets them know, or what they read into and find, or something like that. Sometimes they read in too deep, and they find what isn't there.
Sometimes they read and find the wrong things. Sometimes they find the right things and take them the wrong way. Sometimes everything is right.
The truth is no one knows anything or anyone. People can be bendable. The Laurel Jones you know may not act the same way around me. Who knows what's real, what's Laurel Anna Jones? Laurel might not even know.
Sometimes the person is that way all the time, and all the evidence is there, but you're in your bubble, bobbing along on the swirling tycoon of insanity that is your life, trying to keep everything straight, trying to make sure your head is on your shoulders and your hands are in your pockets, then barreling through the plaster and facing the world. That takes a lot, and of course you care about this person, of course you worry about them, you think about them. But they play second fiddle to you sometimes, and then you find out something about them. Indirectly or directly, it shows how you are.
It doesn't change everything, but it straightens nothing and blurs others.
It's so freaking obvious.
But was it?
People only show what they want to show, and if they show too much emotional garbage and become vulnerable, a strange mix of bravado, charisma and the so-called 'unimportance' of the situation tends to cover that up.
It works rarely, but then it does.
You look at that person in a different ways. Sometimes things shift, and you are left with a veil of a feeling.
And that is all.

4 October 2009

This is Halloween!

...well, no it's not.
But 'tis October! And Halloween, one of my favorite holidays (alongside Christmas and any holiday that causes a day off from school), is in October!
Stop the music! I have a problem- I don't know what to be.
I do know that despite what various people (otherwise known as thickheads) would say about my age, I am going trick or treating this year. Maybe someday I'll go to a haunted house or stay at home to hand out candy to those who come, but for now I like the idea of the one day of the entire year when you can walk up to random strangers and demand candy.
And they give it to you.
(I am wondering what Ms. Pickle plans to do on Halloween. Many murders lined up? Not me?)
K doesn't know, either, but in his typical K fashion, he wants to be- wait for it- a whoopee cushion!
I was considering being a gypsy. Or a goth. Anything where I get to wear lots of eyeliner.
The problem is my glasses. Large sunglasses would help, maybe? No. Those would look stupid.
Then I considered maybe the hated MINERVA PARADIZO! *dies*
But that, my comrades, would be hypocritical.
And I, the great F.R.A.S., am not a hypocrite.
Only in special cases.
Well. What are you being for Halloween?
Muse for Today:

Quote for Sunday, October 4, 2009:
Qui plume a, guerre a.
To hold a pen is to be at war.
-Voltaire

1 September 2009

Minutes Later, I Get A Title

"Muse for a Day."
Yeah, you're thinking, whatever. But I've decided to put the name of the Muse kind of mood I'm in. I need a theme, you see.
Thanks to my old buddy, Wikipedia, here's a chart of the muses and their meanings and emblems.
Today seems like a Melpomene to me.